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Cobwebs

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

It is a land with neither night nor day,
Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain,
Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plain
Stretches thro' long unbroken miles away:

Contentment

© James Thomson

If those who live in shepherd's bower,
Press not the rich and stately bed;
The new-mown hay and breathing flower
A softer couch beneath them spread.

Cousin Kate

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I was a cottage maiden
Hardened by sun and air
Contented with my cottage mates,
Not mindful I was fair.

Come, Pretty School-Girl!

© Henry Clay Work

On this rolling planet ever have you seen
A home so like a palace waiting for its queen? -
A dwelling place so fair,
So fill'd with treasures rare,
As the little white cottage on Evergreen Square?

The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came,
With recommendations, he told me, from friends and a parson `at hame';
He read me his recommendations -- he called them a part of his plant --
The first one was signed by an Elder, the other by Cameron's aunt.
The meenister called him `ungodly -- a stray frae the fauld o' the Lord',
And his aunt set him down as a spendthrift, `a rebel at hame and abroad'.

Corny Bill

© Henry Lawson

His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth,
His hat pushed from his brow,
His dress best fitted for the South --
I think I see him now;

Cherry- Tree Inn

© Henry Lawson

The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star,
Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar --
The chimneys are crumbling, the log fires are dead,
And green mosses spring from the hearthstone instead.
The voices are silent, the bustle and din,
For the railroad hath ruined the Cherry-tree Inn.

Cupid Turned Ploughman. - From Moschus

© Matthew Prior

His lamp, his bow, and quiver laid aside,

A rustic wallet o'er his shoulders tied,

Columbia's Guardian Angels

© Henry Clay Work

An echo floats down from the mountains,
And finds on the prairies release;
An echo whose wonderful burden
Is "Victory! Liberty! Peace!"

Counting

© Philip Larkin

But counting up to two
Is harder to do;
For one must be denied
Before it's tried.

Conviction (IV)

© Stevie Smith

I like to get off with people,
I like to lie in their arms
I like to be held and lightly kissed,
Safe from all alarms.

Continuing To Live

© Philip Larkin

Continuing to live -- that is, repeat
A habit formed to get necessaries --
Is nearly always losing, or going without.
It varies.

Church Going

© Philip Larkin

Once I am sure there's nothing going on
I step inside, letting the door thud shut.
Another church: matting, seats, and stone,
And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut

Crying For Bread

"On! driver, on! they have all gone before us,
And I will not be late at the ball," Beauty said;
And wintry winds echoed her answer in chorus
With poor little Theodore crying for bread!
Poor little Theodore crying for bread!

Clouds

to find the origin,
trace back the manifestations.
Tao

Clothed In Beauty

As if chiseled, a fruit-laden branch
Hangs in my garden, asleep - so low…
The trees sleep - and dream? - in moonlight;
And the mystery of their life is near, near…