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Black Mousquetaire: A Legend Of France
© Richard Harris Barham
No triumphs flush that haughty brow,-
No proud exulting look is there,-
His eagle glance is humbled now,
As, earthward bent, in anxious care
It seeks the form whose stalwart pride
But yester-morn was by his side!
A Lamantation For The Death Of Sir Maurice Fitzgerald
© James Clarence Mangan
THERE was lifted up one voice of woe,
One lament of more than mortal grief,
Crumbs To The Birds
© Charles Lamb
A bird appears a thoughtless thing,
He's ever living on the wing,
And keeps up such a carolling,
That little else to do but sing
A man would guess had he.
Book Fourth [Summer Vacation]
© William Wordsworth
BRIGHT was the summer's noon when quickening steps
Followed each other till a dreary moor
Ars Agricolaris
© Henry Van Dyke
An Ode for the Farmer's Dinner, University Club, New York, January 23, 1913
All hail, ye famous Farmers!
From Mount Ebal
© John Bunyan
Thus having heard from Gerizzim, I shall
Next come to Ebal, and you thither call,
The Shepherds Calendar - July
© John Clare
Daughter of pastoral smells and sights
And sultry days and dewy nights
July resumes her yearly place
Wi her milking maiden face
To My Friend - Ode II
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THOU go'st! I murmur-
Go! let me murmur.
Oh, worthy man,
Fly from this land!
Birds In The Night
© Paul Verlaine
You were not over-patient with me, dear;
This want of patience one must rightly rate:
You are so young! Youth ever was severe
And variable and inconsiderate!
'Most Anglers Are Very Humane' - Daily Paper
© Norman Rowland Gale
The kind-hearted angler was sadly pursuing
His calling unhallowed of choking the fishes;
He bitterly wept, for of course he was doing
An action most strongly opposed to his wishes!
Farewell And Defiance To Love
© John Clare
Love and thy vain employs, away
From this too oft deluded breast!
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away!
Who said that care behind the horseman sits?
The train to Paris, as it flies to--day,
Whirls its bold rider clear of ague fits.
New Year
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
O shame too deep for tongue or pen to tell!
That woman opens wide the door of hell
For man to enter-woman, who should be
As true as truth and pure as purity.
Midsummer In The South
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LOVE Queen August's stately sway,
And all her fragrant south winds say,
With vague, mysterious meanings fraught,
Of unimaginable thought;
Charity
© Victor Marie Hugo
"Lo! I am Charity," she cries,
"Who waketh up before the day;
While yet asleep all nature lies,
God bids me rise and go my way."
Paradise Regain'd : Book III.
© John Milton
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood
A while as mute, confounded what to say,
What to reply, confuted and convinced
Of his weak arguing and fallacious drift;
I Think Of You...
© Nazim Hikmet
I think of you
and I feel the scent of my mother
my mother, the most beautiful of all.
A Snow-White Lily
© Alfred Austin
There was a snow-white lily
Grew by a cottage door:
Such a white and wonderful lily
Never was seen before.
An Autumn Evening At Murray Bay
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Darkly falls the autumn twilight, rustles by the crisp leaf sere,
Sadly wail the lonely night-winds, sweeping sea-ward, chill and drear,
Sullen dash the restless waters gainst a bleak and rock-bound shore,
While the sea-birds weird voices mingle with their surging roar.
Lines Composed In A Concert-Room
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Nor cold nor stern my soul! Yet I detest
These scented rooms, where to a gaudy throug,
Heaves the proud harlot her distended breast
In intricacies of laborious song.
