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The Crusader

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Effigy mailed and mighty beneath thy mail
That liest asleep with hand upon carved sword--hilt
As ready to waken and strong to stand and hail
Death, where hosts are shaken and hot life spilt;

To Goethe

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Goethe, who saw and who foretold
A world revealed
New--springing from its ashes old
On Valmy field,

Mind.

© Robert Crawford

Without us and within us mind is all;
The truth of life and knowledge still are one,
And though all be a dream, yet in the dream
All is true to the after and before,

Throughout the country for many a mile
There is not a nobler, statelier pile
Than ivy crowned Rathmore Hall;
And the giant oaks that shadow the wold,
Though hollowed by time, are not as old
As its Norman turrets tall.

The Street-Children's Dance

© Mathilde Blind

NOW the earth in fields and hills
Stirs with pulses of the Spring,
Next-embowering hedges ring
With interminable trills;
Sunlight runs a race with rain,
All the world grows young again.

My Lady

© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz

(Español)
Perdite, señora, quiero
de mi silencio perdón,
si lo que ha sido atención
le hace parecer grosero.

The Cloud Messenger - Part 04

© Kalidasa

The slender young woman who is there would be the premier creation by the
Creator in the sphere of women, with fine teeth, lips like a ripe bimba fruit, a
slim waist, eyes like a startled gazelles, a deep navel, a gait slow on account
of the weight of her hips, and who is somewhat bowed down by her breasts.

In An English Garden

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Beside the wall, the slim Laburnum grows
And flings its golden flow'rs to every breeze.
But e'en among such soothing sights as these,
I pant and nurse my soul-devouring woes.
Of all the longings that our hearts wot of,
There is no hunger like the want of love!

Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto II.

© John Gay

Now, sporting muse, draw in the flowing reins,

Leave the clear streams a while for sunny plains.

Woman's Love

© Alaric Alexander Watts

'Tis morn: o'er Kyburg's castled crag day's first faint streak appears,

Like the ray of Truth through Error's mists, or the smile through Woman's tears;

The Land Of Pallas

© Archibald Lampman

Methought I journeyed along ways that led for ever
Throughout a happy land where strife and care were dead,
And life went by me flowing like a placid river
Past sandy eyots where the shifting shoals make head.

A Boy

© Sara Teasdale

OUT of the noise of tired people working,
Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead,
His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing,
Clean boyish beauty and high-held head.

Vision Of Columbus - Book 8

© Joel Barlow

And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,

Veil'd the wide worldwhen sudden shades of night

The Lily of Yorrow

DEEP in the heart of the forest the lily of Yorrow is growing;
Blue is its cup as the sky, and with mystical odor oerflowing;
Faintly it falls through the shadowy glades when the south wind is blowing;

Seeking For Happiness

Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste.
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.