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In an Almshouse
© Augusta Davies Webster
They said you were not pretty, owed your charm
to choice of ribbons from your father's shop,
but, as for me, I saw not if you wore
too many ribbons or too few, nor sought
what charms you had beyond that one I knew,
the kind and honest look in your grey eyes.
An Ode In Blessed Memory Of Her Majesty The Empress Anna Ivanovna On The Victory Over The Turks And
© Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov
1
A sudden bliss has seized my mind,
On the Friendship Betwixt Two Ladies
© Edmund Waller
Tell me, lovely, loving pair!
Why so kind, and so severe?
Why so careless of our care,
Only to yourselves so dear?
Epimetheus, or the Poet's Afterthought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Have I dreamed? or was it real,
What I saw as in a vision,
When to marches hymeneal
In the land of the Ideal
Moved my thought o'er Fields Elysian?
L'archet
© Charles Cros
Elle avait de beaux cheveux, blonds
Comme une moisson daoût, si longs
Quils lui tombaient jusquaux talons.
The Bobolinks
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
WHEN Nature had made all her birds,
With no more cares to think on,
She gave a rippling laugh, and out
There flew a Bobolinkon.
A New Song to an Old Tune
© William Ernest Henley
SONS of Shannon, Tamar, Trent,
Men of the Lothians, Men of Kent,
Hymn XXXII. Lord, now the time returns,
© John Austin
Lord, now the time returns,
For weary man to rest;
On the Death of Mrs. Browning
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
WHICH of the Angels sang so well in Heaven
That the approving Archon of the quire
The Forsaken
© Caroline Norton
IT is the music of her native land,--
The airs she used to love in happier days;
The lute is struck by some young gentle hand,
To soothe her spirit with remember'd lays.
II.
The Sleepers
© Bliss William Carman
THE tall carnations crown the garden walks
Bowed on their stalks.
Ode to Memory
© William Shenstone
O Memory! Celestial maid!
Who glean'st the flowerets cropt by time;
And, suffering not a leaf to fade,
Preserv'st the blossoms of our prime;
Bring, bring those moments to my mind
When life was new and Lesbia kind.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto V.
© Sir Walter Scott
Lord Dacre
"Forward, brave champions, to the fight!
Sound trumpets!" -
To my mother
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LIKE streamlets to a silent sea,
These songs with varied motion
Flow from bright fancy's uplands free,
To Lethe's clouded ocean;
Happy Solitude--Unhappy Men
© William Cowper
My heart is easy, and my burden light;
I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight:
The more my woes in secret I deplore,
I taste thy goodness, and I love thee more.
The Gossips
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
And the dark, handsome Bee, with his cloak o'er his shoulder,
Came swift through the sunlight and kissed the sad Rose,
And whispered: "My darling, I've roved the world over,
And you are the loveliest flower that grows."
The Muses Threnodie: Sixth Muse
© Henry Adamson
From thence we passing by the Windy Gowle,
Did make the hollow rocks with echoes yowle,
And all alongst the mountains of Kinnoull,
Where did we shoot at many fox and fowl.
Sonnet XXIV: These Sorrowing Sighs
© Samuel Daniel
These sorrowing sighs, the smokes of mine annoy;
These tears, which heat of sacred flame distills;
Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 OClock Poems)
© Nazim Hikmet
Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
as my fortieth year passes...
