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The Parlour

© Charlotte Bronte

Warm is the parlour atmosphere,

Serene the lamp's soft light;

Robert Parkes

© Henry Kendall

High travelling winds by royal hill
Their awful anthem sing,
And songs exalted flow and fill
The caverns of the spring.

Granny

© Ada Cambridge

Here, in her elbow chair, she sits
A soul alert, alive,
A poor old body shrunk and bent-
The queen-bee of the hive.

Italy : 6. Jorasse

© Samuel Rogers

Jorasse was in his three-and-twentieth year;
Graceful and active as a stag just roused;
Gentle withal, and pleasant in his speech,
Yet seldom seen to smile. He had grown up

The Burial in the Snow

© Julia A Moore

The people of that party
Lay scattered all around,
Some were frightened, others laughed,
To think it happened so,
That the end of their sleigh ride
Was a burial in the snow.

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers: A Satire

© George Gordon Byron

These are the themes that claim our plaudits now;
These are the bards to whom the muse must bow;
While Milton, Dryden, Pope, alike forgot,
Resign their hallow'd bays to Walter Scott.

Poem from a Picture

© Margaret Widdemer

(Children at play on a French Battlefield)

"When I was a child,"

Canadian Forever

© William Henry Drummond

So line up and try us,
Whoever would deny us
The freedom of our birthright
And they'll find us like a wall--
For we are Canadian--Canadian forever,
Canadian forever--Canadian over all.

I Saw Children Playing

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

No! they still are playing, chatting in a ring,
Eager voices seeking other games to know.
Lone I go protestinghear them laugh and sing,
Feeling not my absence, heeding not my woe.

A bishop once - I will not name him see -
Annoyed his clergy in the mode conventional;
From pulpit shackles never set them free,
And found a sin where sin was unintentional.
All pleasures ended in abuse auricular -
The Bishop was so terribly particular.

Sonnet XVIII

ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF THE COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON.
[Inscribed, with deep and earnest sympathy, to her Mother, The Countess of Carlisle.]
SINCE in the pleasant time of opening flowers
That flow'r, Her life, was doom'd to fade away,--

Limerick: There was an Old Man of the East

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of the East,
Who gave all his children a feast;
But they all ate so much
And their conduct was such
That it killed that Old Man of the East