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How Do You Buy Your Money?

© Edgar Albert Guest

How do you buy your money? For money is bought and sold,
And each man barters himself on earth for his silver and shining gold,
And by the bargain he makes with men, the sum of his life is told.

And by her left foot, in a basket,
Is an infant, aged about 14 months,
The infant beams at the parent,
The parent re-beams at its offspring.
The basket is lined with satin,
There is a satin-like bow on the harp.

The Two Graves

© William Cullen Bryant

Two low green hillocks, two small gray stones,
Rose over the place that held their bones;
But the grassy hillocks are levelled again,
And the keenest eye might search in vain,
'Mong briers, and ferns, and paths of sheep,
For the spot where the aged couple sleep.

Sonnet LXXVII

© William Shakespeare

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.

Pain

© Harriet Monroe

She heard the children playing in the sun,

And through her window saw the white-stemmed trees

Sonnet IX

© William Shakespeare

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
That thou consumest thyself in single life?
Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die.
The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife;

Hail, Columbia!

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

"Firm--united--let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find."

Mother of Dreams

© Sri Aurobindo

Goddess supreme, Mother of Dream, by thy ivory doors when thou standest,
Who are they then that come down unto men in thy visions that troop, group upon group, down the path of the shadows slanting?
Dream after dream, they flash and they gleam with the flame of the stars still around them;
Shadows at thy side in a darkness ride where the wild fires dance, stars glow and glance and the random meteor glistens;
There are voices that cry to their kin who reply; voices sweet, at the heart they beat and ravish the soul as it listens.

The Huskers

© John Greenleaf Whittier

IT was late in mild October, and the long autumnal rain
Had left the summer harvest-fields all green with grass again;
The first sharp frosts had fallen, leaving all the woodlands gay
With the hues of summer's rainbow, or the meadow flowers of May.

The Ghost - Book II

© Charles Churchill

A sacred standard rule we find,

By poets held time out of mind,

The Epic Of The Lion

© Victor Marie Hugo

A Lion in his jaws caught up a child--

Not harming it--and to the woodland, wild

On Dante's Monument, 1818

© Giacomo Leopardi

Though all the nations now

Peace gathers under her white wings,

Ave Maria

© Alfred Austin

In the ages of Faith, before the day

When men were too proud to weep or pray,

The Funeral Tree of the Sokokis. 1756

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Around Sebago's lonely lake
There lingers not a breeze to break
The mirror which its waters make.

Sonnet 9: Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,
That thou consum'st thy self in single life?
Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee like a makeless wife.

Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.

The Destiny Of Nations. A Vision.

Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song,
Ere we the deep preluding strain have poured
To the Great Father, only Rightful King,
Eternal Father! King Omnipotent!
To the Will Absolute, the One, the Good!
The I AM, the Word, the Life, the Living God!

The Roads Of Happiness

The roads of happiness are not

The selfish roads of pleasure seeking,

A Vision of Poesy - Part 01

© Henry Timrod

In a far country, and a distant age,
Ere sprites and fays had bade farewell to earth,
A boy was born of humble parentage;
The stars that shone upon his lonely birth
Did seem to promise sovereignty and fame -
Yet no tradition hath preserved his name.