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Continued - II
© George Meredith
Oracle of the market! thence you drew
The taste which stamped you guide of the inept. -
Confession III
© Ho Xuan Huong
Her lonely boat fated to float aimlessly
midstream, weary with sadness, drifting.
Christmas Carol
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
FAIR Gratitude! in strain sublime,
Swell high to heav'n thy tuneful zeal;
And, hailing this auspicious time,
Kneel, Adoration! kneel!
Christian And Jew
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
'Oh happy happy land!
Angels like rushes stand
About the wells of light.'
'Alas, I have not eyes for this fair sight:
Hold fast my hand.'
Cornelias Jewels
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Among the haughtiest of her sex, in noble, quiet pride,
Cornelia stood, with mien that seemed their folly vain to chide:
No jewels sparkled on her brow, so high, so purely fair,
No gems were mingled mid her waves of dark and glossy hair;
And yet was she, amidst them all, despite their dazzling mien,
A woman in her gentle gracein majesty a queen.
Consolations in Bereavement
© John Henry Newman
Death came and went:that so thy image might
Our yearning hearts possess,
Associate with all pleasant thoughts and bright,
With youth and loveliness;
Sorrow can claim,
Mary, nor lot nor part in thy soft soothing name.
Crossed Oars
© Boris Pasternak
My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths,
willows bowed, kissing collarbones,
Church-Lock And Key
© George Herbert
I know it is my sinne, which locks thine eares,
And bindes thy hands!
Out-crying my requests, drowning my tears;
Or else the chilnesse of my faint demands.
Crystal Gazer
© Sylvia Plath
Gerd sits spindle-shaped in her dark tent,
Lean face gone tawn with seasons ,
Skin worn down to the knucklebones
At her tough trade; without time's taint
The burnished ball hangs fire in her hands, a lens
Fusing time's three horizons.
Courage
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There is a courage, a majestic thing
That springs forth from the brow of pain, full-grown,
Minerva-like, and dares all dangers known,
And all the threatening future yet may bring;
Canticle Of The Shining Ones
© Giordano Bruno
"Nothing I envy, Jove, from this thy sky,"
Spake Neptune thus, and raised his lofty crest.
"God of the waves," said Jove, "thy pride runs high;
What more wouldst add to own thy stern behest?"
Clare's Dragoons
© Thomas Osborne Davis
_Viva la_, for Ireland's wrong!
_Viva la_, for Ireland's right!
_Viva la_, in battle throng,
For a Spanish steed, and sabre bright!
Children Song
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Why is that quinsys mouth red like fire?
Isnt it because its chewing betel?
Common Sense
© James Thomas Fields
She came among the gathering crowd,
A maiden fair, without pretence,
And when they asked her humble name,
She whispered mildly, Common Sense.
Chloe
© Edith Nesbit
NIGHT wind sighing through the poplar leaves,
Trembling of the aspen, shivering of the willow,
Every leafy voice of all the night-time grieves,
Mourning, weeping over Chloe's pillow.
Composed Near Calais, On The Road Leading To Ardres, August 7, 1802
© William Wordsworth
JONES! as from Calais southward you and I
Went pacing side by side, this public Way
Streamed with the pomp of a too-credulous day,
When faith was pledged to new-born Liberty:
