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dwell,
While he was acting (he would call it) well;
He bought as others buy, he sold as others sell;
There was no fraud, and he demanded cause
Why he was troubled when he kept the laws?"
"My laws!" said Conscience. "What," said he, "

The Raven And The King's Daughter

© William Morris

Kings daughter sitting in tower so high,
Fair summer is on many a shield.
Why weepest thou as the clouds go by?
Fair sing the swans twixt firth and field.
Why weepest thou in the window-seat
Till the tears run through thy fingers sweet?

An Ode On The Peace

© Helen Maria Williams

I.

As wand'ring late on Albion's shore

WordsFor A Nursery

© Sylvia Plath

Rosebud, knot of worms,
Heir of the first five
Shapers, I open:
Five moony crescents

Czar Alexander The Second

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

FROM him did forty million serfs, endow'd

Each with six feet of death-due soil, receive

Christmas

© Edith Nesbit

WITH garlands to grace it, with laughter to greet it,

Christmas is here, holly-red and snow-white,

The Submarine That Sank The "Lusitania"

© Katharine Lee Bates

SPINDRIFT white shall her victims stand
On the ivory quay, untrod
By living feet, when she nears Ghoststrand,
To point her out to God.

A Dramatic Fragment

© Charles Lamb

"Fie upon't!
All men are false, I think. The date of love
Is out, expired, its stories all grown stale,
O'erpast, forgotten, like an antique tale
Of Hero and Leander."

Daphles. An Argive Story

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

But the Queen's host by skilful champions led,
Its powers meanwhile concentred to a head,
Lay, an embattled force with wary eye,
Ready to ward or strike whene'er the cry
Of coming foemen on their ears should fall,
Nigh the huge towers which guard the capital.

The Lute-Player

© William Watson

She was a lady great and splendid,
I was a minstrel in her halls.
A warrior like a prince attended
Stayed his steed by the castle walls.

Mother

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

If I should rise amidst the assembled dead,
Calling for thee, whose fond hands often led
Me in young years, in that far unknown place
To help me there, and could not find thy face !

From The Porch At Runnymede

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I stand above the city's rush and din,
And gaze far down with calm and undimmed eyes,
To where the misty smoke wreath grey and dim
Above the myriad roofs and spires rise;

The Snow-Field

© Henry Van Dyke

But even then I saw before my feet
A line of pointed footprints in the snow:
Some roving chamois, but an hour ago,
Had passed this way along his journey fleet,
And left a message from a friend unknown
To cheer my pilgrim-heart, no more alone.

Isaiahs Coal

what more can man desire?

Astrophel And Stella-Ninth Song

Go, my flock, go get you hence,
Seek a better place of feeding,
Where you may have some defence
From the storms in my breast breeding,
And showers from my eyes proceeding.