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A Goblin Christmas

© Anonymous

The windows rattled, the moonbeams tattled
A tale so strange and queer.
They told how at night, in dire affright
The Moon had hid in fear.

The Hot Season

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

But soon the people could not bear
The slightest hint of fire;
Allusions to caloric drew
A flood of savage ire;

The Dread Of Height

© Francis Thompson

Not the Circean wine

Most perilous is for pain:

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto IX.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

IV Fool and Wise
Endow the fool with sun and moon,
Being his, he holds them mean and low;
But to the wise a little boon
Is great, because the giver's so.

They went down to the sea in ships,
In ships they went down to the sea.
And the sea had a million lips
And she laughed in her throat for glee.
And. the floor of the sea was strewn
With tempest trophies dread,

Little Nell's Funeral

© Charles Dickens

And now the bell, - the bell
She had so often heard by night and day
And listened to with solemn pleasure,
E'en as a living voice, -
Rung its remorseless toll for her,
So young, so beautiful, so good.

Recreation

© Jane Taylor

At last the tea came up, and so,
With that, our tongues began to go.
Now, in that house, you're sure of knowing
The smallest scrap of news that's going ;
We find it there the wisest way
To take some care of what we say.

Avis

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

I MAY not rightly call thy name,
Alas! thy forehead never knew
The kiss that happier children claim,
Nor glistened with baptismal dew.

Thy Ship

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay stored

The priceless riches of all climes and lands,

When We're All Alike

© Edgar Albert Guest

I've trudged life's highway up and down;

I've watched the lines of men march by;

Alice Fell, Or Poverty

© William Wordsworth

THE post-boy drove with fierce career,
For threatening clouds the moon had drowned;
When, as we hurried on, my ear
Was smitten with a startling sound.

Song

© Victoria Mary Sackville-West

If I had only loved your flesh
And careless damned your soul to Hell,
I might have laughed and loved afresh,
And loved as lightly and as well,
And little more to tell.

Hot Afternoons Have Been in Montana

© Eli Siegel

Quiet and green was the grass of the field,

The sky was whole in brightness,

Canadians

With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs,

With the trampling sound of twenty that re-echoes in the roofs,

A Story Of Doom: Book II.

© Jean Ingelow

Now ere the sunrise, while the morning star

Hung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayed

Chorus Of Furies

Guarda mi disse, le feroce Erine

In Yucatan, the Maya sonneteers

Of the Caribbean amphitheatre,

Under Sentence

PLACE--Scotland. TIME--Thirteenth Century.
OFF! off! no treacherous priest for me!
What's Heaven? what's Hell? Eternity!
It hath no meaning to mine ear.