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Winding The Clock
© Edgar Albert Guest
When I was but a little lad, my old Grandfather said
That none should wind the clock but he, and so, at time for bed,
The Columbiad: Book IV
© Joel Barlow
Yet must we mark, the bondage of the mind
Spreads deeper glooms, and subj ugates mankind;
The zealots fierce, whom local creeds enrage,
In holy feuds perpetual combat wage,
Support all crimes by full indulgence given,
Usurp the power and wield the sword of heaven,
The Little Grand Duchess
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHAT a pure and chastened splendor,
What a grace of joyance tender,
Like to starlight or to moonlight,
Melting into fairy Junelight,
My Mother
© Ann Taylor
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
Slumber Song
© Celia Thaxter
Thou little child, with tender, clinging arms,
Drop thy sweet head, my darling, down and rest
Upon my shoulder, rest with all thy charms;
Be soothed and comforted, be loved and blessed.
Rebel Hearts
© John Le Gay Brereton
An outcry in the bush below,
A crash, and boughs that sway,
And shouts of laughter let me know
Where my two ruffians play.
The Enchanted Mirror
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Lords, ladies, gazed! the prospect pleased them well;
"Ah, heavens!" they sighed, "how irresistible!"
E'en the coarse hag, foul, wrinkled, and unclean,
Beamed like a blushing virgin of sixteen.
By The Fireside : Gaspar Becerra
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By his evening fire the artist
Pondered o'er his secret shame;
Baffled, weary, and disheartened,
Still he mused, and dreamed of fame.
Love Pure And Fervent
© William Cowper
Jealous, and with love o'erflowing,
God demands a fervent heart;
Grace and bounty still bestowing,
Calls us to a grateful part.
Tale VI
© George Crabbe
need,
For habit told when all things should proceed;
Few their amusements, but when friends appear'd,
They with the world's distress their spirits
Marco Polo
© Kenneth Slessor
READING how Marco Polo came
By bridle-path to Kanbalu,
Forgotten fibres wake to flame,
And smoke old memories anew . . . .
Fuscara; or, the Bee Errant
© John Cleveland
Nature's confectioner, the bee
(Whose suckets are moist alchemy,
Written Afterwards
© Henry Lawson
So the days of my tramping are over,
And the days of my riding are done
Autumn Fears
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The weary, dreary, dripping rain,
From morn till night, from night till morn,
The Cheval-Glass
© Thomas Hardy
Why do you harbour that great cheval-glass
Filling up your narrow room?
You never preen or plume,
Or look in a week at your full-length figure -
Picture of bachelor gloom!
The Egyptian Lotus (In an Artificial Pond)
© Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton
PROUD, languid lily of the sacred Nile,
'Tis strange to see thee on our western wave,
Far from those sandy shores that mile on mile,
Papyrus-plumed, stretch silent as the grave.
Dr. Parnel To Dr. Swift, On His Birth-day, November 30th, MDCCXIII
© Thomas Parnell
Urg'd by the warmth of Friendship's sacred flame,
But more by all the glories of thy fame;
By all those offsprings of thy learned mind,
In judgment solid, as in wit refin'd,
Resolv'd I sing: Tho' lab'ring up the way
To reach my theme, O Swift, accept my lay.
The Old Cottagers
© John Clare
The little cottage stood alone, the pride
Of solitude surrounded every side.
The South Wind And The Sun
© James Whitcomb Riley
O The South Wind and the Sun!
How each loved the other one
