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The Christmas Of 1888
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Low in the east, against a white, cold dawn,
The black-lined silhouette of the woods was drawn,
And on a wintry waste
Of frosted streams and hillsides bare and brown,
Through thin cloud-films, a pallid ghost looked down,
The waning moon half-faced!
Mrs. Judge Jenkins
© Francis Bret Harte
(BEING THE ONLY GENUINE SEQUEL TO "MAUD MULLER"
Maud Muller all that summer day
The Indifferent
© Francis Beaumont
Never more will I protest,
To love a woman but in jest:
For as they cannot be true,
So, to give each man his due,
When the wooing fit is past
Their affection cannot last.
Trust Of The Wicked, And The Righteous Compared
© John Newton
As parched in the barren sands
Beneath a burning sky,
The worthless bramble with'ring stands,
And only grows to die.
The Year Outgrows the Spring
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet,
And clasps the summer with a new delight,
Yet wearied, leaves her languors and her heat
When cool-browed autumn dawns upon his sight.
Don Juan: Canto The Fourteenth
© George Gordon Byron
If from great nature's or our own abyss
Of thought we could but snatch a certainty,
The Visionary Boy
© William Lisle Bowles
Oh! lend that lute, sweet Archimage, to me!
Enough of care and heaviness
The Pennsylvania Pilgrim
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Pennsylvania Pilgrim
Never in tenderer quiet lapsed the day
From Pennsylvania's vales of spring away,
Where, forest-walled, the scattered hamlets lay
The Wanderer Looking Into Other Homes
© Caroline Norton
A LONE, wayfaring wretch I saw, who stood
Wearily pausing by the wicket gate;
And from his eyes there streamed a bitter flood,
Contrasting his with many a happier fate.
A Sicilian Idyll
© Thomas Sturge Moore
Cydilla
Thanks, Damon; now, by Zeus, thou art so brisk,
It shames me that to stoop should try my bones.
Man's Devotion
© James Whitcomb Riley
A lover said, "O Maiden, love me well,
For I must go away:
And should ANOTHER ever come to tell
Of love--What WILL you say?"
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LVI
Guascher and Raiphe in valor like there was.
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 09
© Conrad Aiken
This girl gave her heart to me,
And this, and this.
Thou Art Not False, But Thou Art Fickle
© George Gordon Byron
Thou art not false, but thou art fickle,
To those thyself so fondly sought;
The tears that thou hast forced to trickle
Are doubly bitter from that thought:
'Tis this which breaks the heart thou grievest
Too well thou lov'st - too soon thou leavest.
The Song Of Hiawatha XV: Hiawatha's Lamentation
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In those days the Evil Spirits,
All the Manitos of mischief,
Numbers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Trefoil and Quatrefoil!
What shaped those destinied small silent leaves
From The Portuguese
© Edith Nesbit
And they from the village of youth
Run by our doorsteps laughing,
Calling, to shew each other
The new shawl, the new comb, the new fan,
The new rose, the new lover.
The Wrongs Of Africa, A Poem. Part The First
© William Roscoe
OFFSPRING of love divine, Humanity!
To who, his eldest born, th'Eternal gave
Chant sur le berceau
© Victor Marie Hugo
Je veille. Ne crains rien. J'attends que tu t'endormes.
Les anges sur ton front viendront poser leurs bouches.
Je ne veux pas sur toi d'un rêve ayant des formes
Farouches ;
