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Tale XX
© George Crabbe
flown:
All swept away, to be perceived no more,
Like idle structures on the sandy shore,
The chance amusement of the playful boy,
That the rude billows in their rage destroy.
Poor George confess'd, though loth the truth to
The Angels of Buena Vista
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away,
O'er the camp of the invaders, o'er the Mexican array,
Who is losing? who is winning? are they far or come they near?
Look abroad, and tell us, sister, whither rolls the storm we hear.
The Earth-Spirit
© William Ellery Channing
Then spoke the Spirit of the Earth,
Her gentle voice like a soft water's song--
Swifts (2)
© Boris Pasternak
At twilight the swifts have no power,
to hold back that pale blue coolness.
Watching
© Henry Kendall
Like a beautiful face looking ever at me
A pure bright moon cometh over the sea;
The Prayer Of Agassiz
© John Greenleaf Whittier
On the isle of Penikese,
Ringed about by sapphire seas,
Some Of Farmer Stebbin's Opinions
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style,
(Nor none ov my relations)
Holiday
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Through Ebblesborne and Broad--Chalke
The narrow river runs,
Dimples with dark November rains,
Flashes in April suns.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter I - The Ring And The Book
© Robert Browning
DO you see this Ring?
Tis Rome-work, made to match
The Flies. An Eclogue.
© Thomas Parnell
When in the River Cows for Coolness stand,
And Sheep for Breezes seek the lofty Land,
The Borough. Letter V: The Election
© George Crabbe
YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,
Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;
The Star
© Sara Teasdale
A WHITE star born in the evening glow
Looked to the round green world below,
And saw a pool in a wooded place
That held like a jewel her mirrored face.
Mary Magdalene
© George MacDonald
With wandering eyes and aimless zeal,
She hither, thither, goes;
Her speech, her motions, all reveal
A mind without repose.
Your Picture
© Boris Pasternak
It's with your laughing picture that I'm living now,
You whose wrists are so slender and crackle at the joints,
You who wring your hands yet are unwilling to go,
You whose guests stay for hours sharing sadness and joys.
Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wa
© Richard Savage
Great Hope of Britain!-Here the Muse essays
A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise.
Be Her's a zeal of Public Spirit known!
A princely zeal!-a spirit all your own!
