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A Wedding In War-Time

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Our God who made two lovers in a garden,

And smote them separate and set them free,

For the first time since he was born
Her son, her rose without a thorn,
They are at variance, they who were
Always such closest friends and dear.
Another face is in his dreams
Under the sunbeams and moonbeams.

Lines Suggested By The Fourteenth Of February - I

© Charles Stuart Calverley

Ere the morn the East has crimsoned,
When the stars are twinkling there,
(As they did in Watts's Hymns, and
Made him wonder what they were

Sonnet. "'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all"

© Frances Anne Kemble

'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all,

All the fond visions hope's bright finger traces,

Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto I.

© John Gay

But when the sun displays his glorious beams,
And shallow rivers flow with silver streams,
Then the deceit the scaly breed survey,
Bask in the sun, and look into the day.
You now a more delusive art must try,
And tempt their hunger with the curious fly.

A Few Short Years From Now

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Say, art thou angry? words unkind

Have fallen upon thine ear,

Tumi Sandhyar Meghamala - You Are A Cluster Of Clouds - Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

You are a cluster of clouds of the evening sky
I have sought only you all my life
It is you who fills my empty sky
I have made you with the sweet fancies of my mind
You are mine, you are mine
O you wanderer of my boundless sky.

Missing

© Anonymous

In the cool, sweet hush of a wooded nook,

Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,

Home, Wounded

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Wheel me into the sunshine,
Wheel me into the shadow,
There must be leaves on the woodbine,
Is the king-cup crowned in the meadow?

The Waggoner - Canto Third

© William Wordsworth

RIGHT gladly had the horses stirred,
When they the wished-for greeting heard,
The whip's loud notice from the door,
That they were free to move once more.

"The Undying One" - Canto II

© Caroline Norton

'Neath these, and many more than these, my arm
Hath wielded desperately the avenging steel--
And half exulting in the awful charm
Which hung upon my life--forgot to feel!

Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter V

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Griselda's madness lasted forty days,
Forty eternities! Men went their ways,
And suns arose and set, and women smiled,
And tongues wagged lightly in impeachment wild

Ballad Of Human Life

WHEN we were girl and boy together,

We tossd about the flowers

The Dreamers

THEY lingered on the middle heights
Betwixt the brown earth and the heaven;
They whispered, 'We are not the night's,
But pallid children of the even.'