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The Forest Sanctuary - Part II.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Ave, sanctissima!
'Tis night-fall on the sea;
Ora pro nobis!
Our souls rise to thee!
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Second Tale; The Baron of St. Castine
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O sun, that followest the night,
In yon blue sky, serene and pure,
And pourest thine impartial light
Alike on mountain and on moor,
Pause for a moment in thy course,
And bless the bridegroom and the bride!
Some Advice from a Mother to Her Married Son
© Judith Viorst
The answer to do you love me isn't, I married you, didn't I?
Or, Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
The Traveller; or, A Prospect of Society
© Oliver Goldsmith
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow
Or by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po,
At The Feast
© Edith Nesbit
EVOLVING, changing, onwards still we press--
We must advance, invent, construct, possess;
No matter what a price we have to pay,
We must obtain perfection, and no less--
"What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far"
© Alfred Austin
The Mountains
What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far,
Find you a bourne to ease your burdened breast,
But throughout time inexorable are
Never at rest?
The Creaking Door
© Madison Julius Cawein
COME in, old Ghost of all that used to be!
You find me old,
And love grown cold,
And fortune fled to younger company:
The Four Seasons : Autumn
© James Thomson
Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost
The Path O' Little Children
© Edgar Albert Guest
The path o' little children is the path I want to tread,
Where green is every valley and every rose is red,
Where laughter's always ringing and every smile is real,
And where the hurts are little hurts that just a kiss will heal.
Intry-Mintry
© Eugene Field
Willie and Bess, Georgie and May
Once, as these children were hard at play,
Lines Read At The New York City Hall Meeting On Lafayette Day, 1918
© John Jay Chapman
And even while we hold our holiday
The Allied ranks in fierce array
Press on the foe like huntsman on the prey:
The Wild Boar of the North is brought to bay!
Wind-Clouds And Star-Drifts
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Here am I, bound upon this pillared rock,
Prey to the vulture of a vast desire
That feeds upon my life. I burst my bands
And steal a moment's freedom from the beak,
The clinging talons and the shadowing plumes;
Then comes the false enchantress, with her song;
Fear
© Raymond Carver
Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive.
Fear of falling asleep at night.
Accomplished Care
© Edgar Albert Guest
All things grow lovely in a little while,
The brush of memory paints a canvas fair;
Any Saint
© Francis Thompson
His shoulder did I hold
Too high that I, o'erbold
Weak one,
Should lean thereon.
As On A Holiday
© Friedrich Hölderlin
As on a holiday, when a farmer
Goes out to look at his fields, in the morning,
