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To The Eleven Ladies
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
"WHO gave this cup?" The secret thou wouldst steal
Its brimming flood forbids it to reveal:
No mortal's eye shall read it till he first
Cool the red throat of thirst.
She Saunters By The Swinging Seas
© William Ernest Henley
She sauntered by the swinging seas,
A jewel glittered at her ear,
And, teasing her along, the breeze
Brought many a rounded grace more near.
The New Year
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE wave is breaking on the shore,
The echo fading from the chime;
Again the shadow moveth o'er
The dial-plate of time!
The Sleepers
© William Henry Davies
As I walked down the waterside
This silent morning, wet and dark;
Before the cocks in farmyards crowed,
Before the dogs began to bark;
Before the hour of five was struck
By old Westminster's mighty clock:
The Dead Moment
© Muriel Stuart
THE world is changed between us, never more
Shall the dawn rise and seek another mate
The Mind's Liberty
© William Henry Davies
The mind, with its own eyes and ears,
May for these others have no care;
No matter where this body is,
The mind is free to go elsewhere.
The Hermit
© William Henry Davies
WHAT moves that lonely man is not the boom
Of waves that break agains the cliff so strong;
Nor roar of thunder, when that travelling voice
Is caught by rocks that carry far along.
The Soul's Complaint Against The Body. (From The Anglo-Saxon)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Much it behoveth
Each one of mortals,
The Hawk
© William Henry Davies
Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched,
The air is all around:
What is it that can keep thee set,
From falling to the ground?
The Example
© William Henry Davies
Here's an example from
A Butterfly;
That on a rough, hard rock
Happy can lie;
Friendless and all alone
On this unsweetened stone.
The Dark Hour
© William Henry Davies
And now, when merry winds do blow,
And rain makes trees look fresh,
An overpowering staleness holds
This mortal flesh.
The Child and the Mariner
© William Henry Davies
A dear old couple my grandparents were,
And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven
The lamb that Jesus petted when a child;
Their faith was never draped by Doubt: to them
Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Pleasure. Book II.
© Matthew Prior
My full design with vast expense achieved,
I came, beheld, admired, reflected, grieved:
I chid the folly of my thoughtless haste,
For, the work perfected, the joy was past.
The Dying Husband's Farewell
© Phineas Fletcher
I LEAVE them, now the trumpet calls away;
In vain thine eyes beg for some times reprieving;
The Bird of Paradise
© William Henry Davies
Here comes Kate Summers, who, for gold,
Takes any man to bed:
"You knew my friend, Nell Barnes," she said;
"You knew Nell Barnes -- she's dead.
The Devil And The Governor
© William Forster
A Dramatic Sketch.
SceneAn Office. Governor discovered seated at a writing-table.
A Lawde and Prayse
© John Skelton
[a laude and prayse made for our souereigne lord the kyng.]
The Rose both white and Rede
Leisure
© William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.No time to see, in broad daylight,
Laughing Rose
© William Henry Davies
If I were gusty April now,
How I would blow at laughing Rose;
I'd make her ribbons slip their knots,
And all her hair come loose.
Joy and Pleasure
© William Henry Davies
Now, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as joy confined.
