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John Adams Monarchical Ideas
© Mercy Otis Warren
SIR:- You complain that I have asserted that a partiality for monarchy appeared in your conduct
A Saint
© Padraic Colum
THE stir of children with fresh dresses on,
And men who meet and say unguarded words,
And women from the coops
Of drudgeries released;
Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus
© John Donne
Like Esop's fellow-slaves, O Mercury,
Which could do all things, thy faith is ; and I
Sonnet II: Bridal Birth
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
As when desire, long darkling, dawns, and first
The mother looks upon the newborn child,
Seventh Ode Of The Fourth Book Of Horace
© James Clerk Maxwell
All the snows have fled, and grass springs up on the meadows,
And there are leaves on the trees;
The Boss's Boots
© Henry Lawson
The shearing super sprained his foot, as bosses sometimes do
And wore, until the shed cut out, one side-spring and one shoe;
And though he changed his pants at timessome worn-out and some neat
No tiger there could possibly mistake the Bosss feet.
Mary Magdalen
© William Cullen Bryant
The greatest of thy follies is forgiven,
Even for the least of all the tears that shine
On that pale cheek of thine.
Thou didst kneel down, to Him who came from heaven,
Evil and ignorant, and thou shalt rise
Holy, and pure, and wise.
The Strong Heroic Line
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FRIENDS of the Muse, to you of right belong
The first staid footsteps of my square-toed song;
With A Seashell
© James Russell Lowell
Shell, whose lips, than mine more cold,
Might with Dian's ear make bold,
The Voices Of The Death Chamber
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The night lamp is faintly gleaming
Within my chamber still,
The Clear Vision
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I did but dream. I never knew
What charms our sternest season wore.
Thoughts On Death (From The Swedish Of C. Lohman)
© George Borrow
Perhaps t is folly, but still I feel
My heart-strings quiver, my senses reel,
Thinking how like a fast stream we range
Nearer and nearer to yon dread change,
When soul and spirit filter away,
And leave nothing better than senseless clay.
Personality
© James Lionel Michael
A change! no, surely, not a change,
The change must be before we die;
Death may confer a wider range,
From pole to pole, from sea to sky,
It cannot make me new or strange
To mine own Personality!
Paradise Lost : Book VI.
© John Milton
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued,
Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn,
Apres Trois Ans
© Paul Verlaine
When I had pushed the narrow garden-door,
Once more I stood within the green retreat;
Softly the morning sunshine lighted it,
And every flow'r a humid spangle wore.
Names Upon a Stone: (Inscribed to G. L. Fagan, Esq.)
© Henry Kendall
ACROSS bleak widths of broken sea
A fierce north-easter breaks,
A Valentine
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
YE are twa laddies unco gleg,
An' blithe an' bonnie:
As licht o' heel as Anster's Meg;--
Gin ye'd a lassie's favor beg,
I' faith she couldna stir a peg
Ance lookin' on ye!
The Loves of the Angels
© Thomas Moore
Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity
© Victor Marie Hugo
For centuries past this war-madness
Has laid hold of each combative race,
While our God takes but heed of the flower,
And that sun, moon, and stars keep their place.
