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To A Young Girl With An Album
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Gentle Lily with this Album my warmest wishes take,
I know its pages oft thoult ope and prize it for my sake,
For, though a trifling offering, it bears the magic spell
Of coming from the hand of one who loves thee passing well.
Paradise Regain'd : Book I.
© John Milton
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung
By one man's disobedience lost, now sing
Recovered Paradise to all mankind,
Plegaria (Prayer)
© Delmira Agustini
Spanish
Eros: acaso no sentiste nunca
Piedad de las estatuas?
Se dirían crisálidas de piedra
The Folly of Brown - By a General Agent
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I knew a boor - a clownish card
(His only friends were pigs and cows and
The poultry of a small farmyard),
Who came into two hundred thousand.
The Lily Bed
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
His cedar paddle, scented, red,
He thrust down through the lily bed;
The Four Seasons : Summer
© James Thomson
From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
He comes attended by the sultry Hours,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LXI
"Presages, ah too true:" with that a space
On Deck
© Sylvia Plath
Midnight in the mid-Atlantic. On deck.
Wrapped up in themselves as in thick veiling
And mute as mannequins in a dress shop,
Some few passangers keep track
Of the old star-map on the ceiling.
Tiny and far, a single ship
Another Spring Carol
© Alfred Austin
Now Winter hath drifted
To bygone years,
And the sod is uplifted
By crocus spears;
And out of the hive the bee wings humming,
And we know that the Spring, the Spring, is coming.
The Wind-Struck Music
© Robinson Jeffers
Ed Stiles and old Tom Birnam went up to their cattle on the
bare hills
Garadh
© Padraic Colum
FOR the poor body that I own
I could weep many a tear:
The days have stolen flesh and bone,
And left a changeling here.
Personal Talk
© William Wordsworth
I
I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
The Glory That Slumbered In The Granite Rock
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
A granite rock on the mountain side
Gazed on the world and was satisfied;
Love
© Nicholas Breton
Foolish love is only folly;
Wanton love is too unholy;
Greedy love is covetous;
Idle love is frivolous;
But the gracious love is it
That doth prove the work of it.
Art And Politics
© Carl Michael Bellman
"Good servant Mollberg, what's happened to thee,
Whom without coat and hatless I see?
Unsated Memory
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Emerging from deep sleep my eyes unseal
To a pursuing strangeness. O to be
Where but a moment past I was, though where
The place, the time I know not, only feel
Far from this banished and so shrunken me,
Struck conscious to the alien dawn's blank peer!
Ghosts Of The Old Year
© James Weldon Johnson
The snow has ceased its fluttering flight,
The wind sunk to a whisper light,
