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Sonnet V.
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sweet Mercy! how my very heart has bled
To see thee, poor old man! and thy gray hairs
Hoar with the snowy blast; while no one cares
To clothe thy shrivelled limbs and palsied head.
In Memorium: Lady Caroline Charteris
© George MacDonald
The mountain-stream may humbly boast
For her the loud waves call;
The hamlet feeds the nation's host,
The home-farm feeds the hall;
Memory
© Charles Lamb
"For gold could Memory be bought,
What treasures would she not be worth?
If from afar she could be brought,
I'd travel for her through the earth!"
A Mountain Storm
© Katharine Lee Bates
OUR blue sierras shone serene, sublime,
When ghostly shapes came crowding up the air,
King Seuen On The Occasion Of A Great Drought
© Confucius
Grand shone the Milky Way on high,
With brilliant span athwart the sky,
"Igo And Ago"
© James Whitcomb Riley
We're The Twins from Aunt Marinn's,
Igo and Ago.
When Dad comes, the show begins!--
Iram, coram, dago.
Magna Est Veritas [great is the truth]
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Here, in this little Bay,
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
The American Rebellion
© Rudyard Kipling
The snow lies thick on Valley Forge,
The ice on the Delaware,
But the poor dead soldiers of King George
They neither know nor care
Limerick: There was a Young Lady whose nose
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady whose nose,
Was so long that it reached to her toes;
So she hired an Old Lady,
Whose conduct was steady,
To carry that wonderful nose.
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - January
© George MacDonald
1.
LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,
The Last Word
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Before the April night was late
A rider came to the castle gate;
A rider breathing human breath,
But the words he spoke were the words of Death.
The Story Of Glaucus The Thessalian
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Up to the deep founts of the tenderest eyes
That e'er have shone, I think, since in some dell
Of Argos and enchanted Thessaly,
The poet, from whose heart-lit brain it came,
Murmured this record unto her he loved?
Recollection of the Arabian Nights
© Alfred Tennyson
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free
In the silken sail of infancy,
Il Cinque Maggio (English)
© Alessandro Manzoni
HE was -- As motionless as lay,
First mingled with the dead,
The Abencerrage : Canto I.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,
Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;
And with the murmur of thy fountain-falls,
Blend the wild tones of minstrelsy no more.
Regret
© Celia Thaxter
SOFTLY Death touched her and she passed away
Out of this glad, bright world she made more fair,
The Gadder
© Bert Leston Taylor
Among the folks who write me,
From Frisco to Cape Ann,
Is one from whom I often hear,
And whom, I hope, I sometimes cheer --
The pleasant Traveling Man.
