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Times Changes In A Household
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
They were as fair and bright a band as ever filled with pride
Parental hearts whose task it was children beloved to guide;
And every care that love upon its idols bright may shower
Was lavished with impartial hand upon each fair young flower.
Carmen Circulare
© Rudyard Kipling
Dellius, that car which, night and day,
Lightnings and thunders arm and scourge-
Tumultuous down the Appian Way-
Be slow to urge.
They Who Prepare My Evening Meal
© Henry David Thoreau
They who prepare my evening meal below
Carelessly hit the kettle as they go
With tongs or shovel,
And ringing round and round,
Out of this hovel
It makes an eastern temple by the sound.
Your Honeymoon Will Last
© George Ade
She:
When I settle with my hubby
In our little home,
He must not be wild and clubby,
He must never roam.
Titmarshs Carmen Lilliense
© William Makepeace Thackeray
My heart is weary, my peace is gone,
How shall I e'er my woes reveal?
I have no money, I lie in pawn,
A stranger in the town of Lille.
Tale XXI
© George Crabbe
rise;
Not there the wise alone their entrance find,
Imparting useful light to mortals blind;
But, blind themselves, these erring guides hold out
Alluring lights to lead us far about;
Screen'd by such means, here Scandal whets her
Bruxelles
© Paul Verlaine
Hills and fences hurry by
Blent in greenish-rosy flight,
And the yellow carriage-light
Blurs all to the half-shut eye.
Childhood
© Anne Bradstreet
Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,
A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,
Before Death (Mrityu-r Agey)
© Jibanananda Das
We who have walked deserted stubble fields on a December evening,
Who have seen over the field's edge a soft river woman scattering
Her fog flowers-they all are like some village girls of old-
We who have seen in darkness the akanda tree, the dhundul plant
Filled with fireflies, the moon standing quietly at the head of
An already harvested field-she has no yearning for that harvest;
The Pier-Glass
© Robert Graves
Lost manor where I walk continually
A ghost, while yet in woman's flesh and blood;
'All Is Vanity, Saieth the Preacher'
© George Gordon Byron
I.
Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine,
Effusion By A Cigar Smoker
© Horace Smith
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire,
Your fame to raise,
The Little Gable Window
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
There's a little gable window in a cottage far away,
Where a child in purple twilights used to softly kneel and pray,
While across the marge of evening fell the darkness, and the stars
Peeped in tender benediction over Heaven's silver bars.
The Building
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Were our vision clearer far,
In this sin-dimmed world of ours,
Would we not more thankful be
For the love that sends us flowers?
Thrown Away
© Rudyard Kipling
Stopped in the straight when the race was his own
Look at him cutting it-cur to the bone!
Ask ere the youngster be rated and chidden
What did he carry and how was he ridden?
May be they used him too much at the start.
May be Fate's weight-cloth are breaking his heart.
What The Sleepless Grandam Thinks
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
All through the cold night, beating wings shadowy
Sweep o'er the church-village poor,--
Only one Grandam a hundred years hoary,
Findeth her slumber no more.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 01 - Proem
© Lucretius
'Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the winds
Roll up its waste of waters, from the land
Anhelli - Chapter 1
© Juliusz Slowacki
Exiles came to the land of Siberia, and having chosen a broad site they built a
wooden house that they might dwell together in concord and brotherly love; and
there were of them about a thousand men of various stations in life.
A Parting Health
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
YES, we knew we must lose him,--though friendship may claim
To blend her green leaves with the laurels of fame;
Though fondly, at parting, we call him our own,
'T is the whisper of love when the bugle has blown.
