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An Epitaph on Niobe turned to Stone
© Henry King
This Pile thou seest built out of Flesh, not Stone,
Contains no shroud within, nor mouldring bone:
This bloodless Trunk is destitute of Tombe
Which may the Soul-fled Mansion enwombe.
This seeming Sepulchre (to tell the troth)
Is neither Tomb nor Body, and yet both.
Acis and Galatea
© John Gay
Air.
O ruddier than the cherry!
O sweeter than the berry!
O Nymph more bright
Than moonshine night,
Like kidlings blithe and merry!
At Dawn I Love You
© Paul Eluard
At dawn I love you Ive the whole night in my veins
All night I have gazed at you
All These I Loved -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
All these I loved
This dancing of the light on the leaves
A Dialogue
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
DEATH:
For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave,
I come, care-worn tenant of life, from the grave,
Where Innocence sleeps 'neath the peace-giving sod,
A Love Letter
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
OH, I des received a letter f'om de sweetest little gal;
Oh, my; oh, my.
Advice
© Walter Savage Landor
TO write as your sweet mother does
Is all you wish to do.
Play, sing, and smile for others, Rose!
Let others write for you.
A Lament
© Charles Kingsley
The merry merry lark was up and singing,
And the hare was out and feeding on the lea;
And the merry merry bells below were ringing,
When my child's laugh rang through me.
Anglers Fireside Song
© Henry Van Dyke
Oh, the angler's path is a very merry way,
And his road through the world is bright;
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
To--day there is no cloud upon thy face,
Paris, fair city of romance and doom!
Thy memories do not grieve thee, and no trace
Lives of their tears for us who after come.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
So I, I am ashamed of my old life,
Here in this saintly presence of days gone,
Ashamed of my weak heart's unmeaning strife,
Its loves, its lusts, its battles lost and won,
Ashtabula Disaster
© Julia A Moore
Swiftly passed the engine's call,
Hastening souls on to death,
Warning not one of them all;
It brought despair right and left.
An Elementary School Classroom in a Slum
© Stephen Spender
Far far from gusty waves these children's faces.
Like rootless weeds, the hair torn around their pallor.
A Presentiment
© William Cullen Bryant
"Oh father, let us hence--for hark,
A fearful murmur shakes the air.
The clouds are coming swift and dark:--
What horrid shapes they wear!
A winged giant sails the sky;
Oh father, father, let us fly!"
A Couplet, Written In A Volume Of Poems Presented By Mr. Coleridge To Dr. A.
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
To meet, to know, to love--and then to part,
Is the sad tale of many a human heart.
A Wedding March
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Clash your cymbals, maids, to--day.
Chaunt the praise of Cynthia.
You, her virgins, yokeless, free,
Young Time's choice, his brides--to--be.
A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore
© William Wordsworth
THE Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair,
Mustering a face of haughty sovereignty,
To aid a covert purpose, cried--"O ye
Approaching Waters of the deep, that share
An Informal Prayer -- The Prayer Of Cyrus Brown
© Sam Walter Foss
The proper way for a man to pray
said Deacon Lemuel Keyes,
and the only proper attitude
is down upon his knees.
