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Ambition And Content: A Fable
© Mark Akenside
Thus spoke the fair; and straight she bent her way
To the tall mountain, where the cottage lay:
Arriv'd she makes her chang'd condition known;
Tells how the rebels drove her from the throne;
What painful, dreary wilds she'd wander'd o'er;
And shelter from the tyrant doth implore.
A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest
© Walt Whitman
A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;
A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;
A Friend That Sticketh Closer Than A Brother
© John Newton
One there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once his kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love!
And The Rains Descended And The Floods Came
© Edith Nesbit
NOW the far waves roll nearer and more near,
The wind's awake, the pitiless wind's awake,
It shrieks the menace that I dare not hear,
Soon at my feet the angry waves will break
In desolating wrath--and here I stand
Helpless my house is built upon the sand.
Autumn At The Orchard
© Edgar Albert Guest
The sumac's flaming scarlet on the edges o' the lake,
An' the pear trees are invitin' everyone t' come an' shake.
Anniversary
© Gabriela Mistral
And we go on and on,
Neither sleeping nor awake,
Towards the meeting, unaware
That we are already there.
At The Green Inn, Five In The Evening (Au Cabaret-Vert, Cinq Heures Du Soir)
© Arthur Rimbaud
Depuis huit jours, j'avais déchiré mes bottines
Aux cailloux des chemins. J'entrais à Charleroi.
- Au Cabaret-Vert : je demandai des tartines
Du beurre et du jambon qui fût à moitié froid.
A Pleasant Invective Against Printing
© Henry Austin Dobson
"O for a lodge in some vast wilderness!"
Some region unapproachable of Print,
Where never cablegram could gain access,
And telephones were not, nor any hint
Of tidings new or old, but Man might pipe
His soul to Nature,- careless of the Type!
A Song Of The Seasons
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
Sing a song of Spring-time,
The world is going round,
An Elegie. Princesse Katherine Borne, Christened, Buried, I
© Richard Lovelace
Bright soule! teach us, to warble with what feet
Thy swathing linnen and thy winding sheet,
Weepe, or shout forth that fonts solemnitie,
Which at once christn'd and buried thee,
And change our shriller passions with that sound,
First told thee into th' ayre, then to the ground.
All things conspire
© Judith Wright
All things conspire to hold me from you
even my love,
since that would mask you and unname you
till merely woman and man we live.
After While. A Poem Of Faith
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I THINK that though the clouds be dark,
That though the waves dash o'er the bark.
A propos de dona Rosa
© Victor Marie Hugo
Au printemps, quand les nuits sont claires,
Quand on voit, vagues tourbillons,
Voler sur les fronts les chimères
Et dans les fleurs les papillons,
Agnes And The Hill-Man
© William Morris
Weird laid he on her, sore sickness he wrought,
Fowl are a-singing.
That self-same hour to death was she brought.
Agnes, fair Agnes!
A Basket of Flowers
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Dawn
On skies still and starlit
White lustres take hold,
And grey flushes scarlet,
A Legend of Bregenz
© Adelaide Anne Procter
GIRT round with rugged mountains the fair Lake Constance lies;
In her blue heart reflected, shine back the starry skies;
And, watching each white cloudlet float silently and slow,
You think a piece of heaven lies on our earth below!
A Farewell
© William Wordsworth
FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,
Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair
Of that magnificent temple which doth bound
One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare;
