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Hymn XXI. Come let's adore the King of love

© John Austin

Come let's adore the King of love,

And King of sufferings too:

Darkness

© George Gordon Byron

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars

The Crucifixion

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Sunlight upon Judha's hills!

And on the waves of Galilee;

Of a virgin sheds the long windsocks of her stockings absurd
Brassiere then feels the girdle required by regulations squirming
Off her: no longer monobuttocked she feels the girdle flutter shake
In her hand and float upward her clothes rising off her ascending
Into cloud and fights away from her head the last sharp dangerous shoe
Like a dumb bird and now will drop in soon now will drop

Little Henry

© Julia A Moore

God has took their little treasure,
And his name I'll tell you now,
He has gone from earth forever,
Their little Charles Henry House.

Official Piety

© John Greenleaf Whittier

A PIOUS magistrate! sound his praise throughout
The wondering churches. Who shall henceforth doubt
That the long-wished millennium draweth nigh?
Sin in high places has become devout,

A Country God

© Edmund Blunden

WHEN groping farms are lanterned up

And stolchy ploughlands hid in grief,

Proem

© Octavio Paz

Reynard The Fox - Part 2

© John Masefield

Down in the village men awoke,
The chimneys breathed with a faint blue smoke;
The fox slept on, though tweaks and twitches,
Due to his dreams, ran down his flitches.

Philiper Flash

© James Whitcomb Riley

Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad,

His intentions were good--but oh, how sad

Entranced.

A trance upon my spirit fell;
It seemed as I were hurled
Through aeons like an atom dark
Beyond the flaming world:

Lines On The Death Of Sir William Russel

Doomed, as I am, in solitude to waste

The present moments, and regret the past,

A Song Of The Sea.

Here within the half-light 'tween the night and day
Upon the sands I lie, with thoughts that idly stirr'd
Seem, as in a dream, with life and death to play,
As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird.