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To An Early Violet
© Swami Vivekananda
What though thy bed be frozen earth,
Thy cloak the chilling blast;
Upon My Lady Carlisles Walking in Hampton Court Garden
© Sir John Suckling
Dull and insensible, couldst see
A thing so near a deity
Move up and down, and feel no change?
Love: To A Little Girl
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
When we all lie still
Where churchyard pines their funeral vigil keep,
Sonnet II: But Only Three in All God's Universe
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
But only three in all God's universe
Have heard this word thou has said,-Himself, beside
An Afternoon at the Beach
© Edgar Bowers
I’ll go among the dead to see my friend.
The place I leave is beautiful: the sea
Repeats the winds’ far swell in its long sound,
And, there beside it, houses solemnly
Shine with the modest courage of the land,
While swimmers try the verge of what they see.
The Father of My Country
© Diane Wakoski
All fathers in Western civilization must have
a military origin. The
Living: After A Death
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Only to me, my love, only to me.
This cavern underneath the moaning sea;
This long, long life that I alone must tread,
To whom the living seem most like the dead,--
Thou wilt be safe out on the happy shore:
He who in God lives, liveth evermore.
To My Old Oak Table
© Robert Bloomfield
Friend of my peaceful days! substantial friend,
Whom wealth can never change, nor int'rest bend,
Bread, Hashish And Moon
© Nizar Qabbani
When the moon is born in the east,
And the white rooftops drift asleep
Little Nell
© Louisa May Alcott
GLEAMING through the silent church-yard,
Winter sunlight seemed to shed
Misery and Splendor
© Robert Hass
Summoned by conscious recollection, she
would be smiling, they might be in a kitchen talking,
Switzerland And Italy
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Within the Switzer's varied land,
When Summer chases high the snow,
You'll meet with many a youthful band
Of strangers wandering to and fro:
Not Understood
© George MacDonald
Tumultuous rushing o'er the outstretched plains;
A wildered maze of comets and of suns;
Domestic Violence
© Eavan Boland
It was winter, lunar, wet. At dusk
Pewter seedlings became moonlight orphans.
Pleased to meet you meat to please you
said the butcher's sign in the window in the village.
Elegy XVIII
© John Donne
THE heavens rejoice in motion ; why should I
Abjure my so much loved variety,
The Broken Crutch: A Tale
© Robert Bloomfield
A burst of laughter rang throughout the hall,
And Peggy's tongue, though overborne by all,
Pour'd its warm blessings, for, without control
The sweet unbridled transport of her soul
Was obviously seen, till Herbert's kiss
Stole, as it were, the eloquence of bliss.
Modern Love: XLIX
© George Meredith
He found her by the oceans moaning verge,
Nor any wicked change in her discerned;
