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A November Sketch
© Madison Julius Cawein
The hoar-frost hisses 'neath the feet,
And the worm-fence's straggling length,
Smote by the morning's slanted strength,
Sparkles one rib of virgin sleet.
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
© William Wordsworth
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
Araluen
© Henry Kendall
Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep
Mosses where our little darling, Araluen, lies asleep.
A Chord Of Colour
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
My Lady clad herself in grey,
That caught and clung about her throat;
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap, Camerado
© Walt Whitman
As I lay with my head in your lap, camerado,
The confession I made I resume - what I said to you in the open air I resume:
A Fisherman's Baby
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
He hastes to his dear ones o'er billows of foam;
Then sleep, little darling, till papa comes home.
Sleep, little baby; hush, little baby;
Papa is coming, no longer to roam.
A Day
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Talk not of sad November, when a day
Of warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon,
And a wind, borrowed from some morn of June,
Stirs the brown grasses and the leafless spray.
A Power-Plant
© Harriet Monroe
The Fisk Street turbine power station in Chicago
The invisible wheels go softly round and round—
A Letter To Monsieur Boileau Despreaux, Occasioned By The Victory At Blenheim
© Matthew Prior
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must sing
Successive conquests and a glorious King;
A Dialogue
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The Man.
O pitiless word! Yet slay me too:
Be kind, O Death! for my soul grew,
Watered and fed by gracious dew,
Till in one hour Love met with thee.
Now, the wide world is misery!
A Song for Old Love
© Muriel Stuart
There shall be a song for both of us that day
Though fools say you have long outlived your songs,
Arrival In The Land Of Freedom
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
Look on the travellers kneeling,
In thankful gladness, here,
As the boat that brought them o'er the lake,
Goes steaming from the pier.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And what strange sights have these threewindows seen,
Mid bonnes and children, in the Tuileries!
What flights of hero, Emperor and Queen,
Since first I looked down from them, one of these!
A Boy And His Dog
© Edgar Albert Guest
A boy and his dog make a glorious pair:
No better friendship is found anywhere,
For they talk and they walk and they run and they play,
And they have their deep secrets for many a day;
And that boy has a comrade who thinks and who feels,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.
At A House In Hampstead Sometime The Dwelling Of John Keats
© Thomas Hardy
O poet, come you haunting here
Where streets have stolen up all around,
And never a nightingale pours one
Full-throated sound?
A Northern Vigil
© Bliss William Carman
HERE by the gray north sea,
In the wintry heart of the wild,
Comes the old dream of thee,
Guendolen, mistress and child.
At Sunrise
© Bliss William Carman
NOW the stars have faded
In the purple chill,
Lo, the sun is kindling
On the eastern hill.
A Sailor's Wife
© Matthew Prior
Quoth Richard in jest looking wistly at Nelly,
Methinks child you seem something round in the belly.
