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The Path That Leads To Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
The little path that leads to home,
That is the road for me,
Thunder At Night
© Robert Graves
Restless and hot two children lay
Plagued with uneasy dreams,
Each wandered lonely through false day
A twilight torn with screams.
To The Memory Of The Right Honourable Lord Talbot, Late Chancellor Of Great Britain. Addressed To Hi
© James Thomson
While with the public, you, my Lord, lament
A friend and father lost; permit the muse,
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,
The Sisters - A Picture By Barry
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The shade for me, but over thee
The lingering sunshine still;
As, smiling, to the silent stream
Comes down the singing rill.
The Death of Slavery
© William Cullen Bryant
O THOU great Wrong, that, through the slow-paced years,
Didst hold thy millions fettered, and didst wield
Broken Music
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
I know not in what fashion she was made,
Nor what her voice was, when she used to speak,
Nor if the silken lashes threw a shade
On wan or rosy cheek.
By The Seaside
© William Wordsworth
The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,
And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest;
Air slumbers-wave with wave no longer strives,
Only a heaving of the deep survives,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - part 06
© Torquato Tasso
LXXXII
"Love hath Eustatio chosen, Fortune thee,
Carry On
© Edgar Albert Guest
They spoke it bravely, grimly, in their darkest hours of doubt;
They spoke it when their hope was low and when their strength gave out;
We heard it from the dying in those troubled days now gone,
And they breathed it as their slogan for the living: "Carry on!"
Thou Shalt Not Kill
© Kenneth Rexroth
Harry who didnt care at all?
Hart who went back to the sea?
Timor mortis conturbat me.
On The Hoop
© James Thomson
The hoop, the darling justly of the fair,
Of every generous swain deserves the care.
The Tide Rock
© Charles Kingsley
How sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done.
With broad blight side beneath the broad bright sun,
The Mothers Heart
© Caroline Norton
Different from both! Yet each succeeding claim,
I, that all other love had been forswearing,
Forthwith admitted, equal and the same;
Nor injured either, by this love's comparing,
Nor stole a fraction for the newer call--
But in the Mother's heart, found room for ALL!
The Teacher Of Wisdom
© Oscar Wilde
From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfect
knowledge of God, and even while he was yet but a lad many of the
saints, as well as certain holy women who dwelt in the free city of
his birth, had been stirred to much wonder by the grave wisdom of
his answers.
The Sailor
© Samuel Rogers
The Sailor sighs as sinks his native shore,
As all its lessening turrets bluely fade;
He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more,
And busy Fancy fondly lends her aid.
