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Amy Wentworth

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Her fingers shame the ivory keys
They dance so light along;
The bloom upon her parted lips
Is sweeter than the song.

The Harpers Story

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

My pretty ladies, mid this Christmas cheer,

Loth though I am to wake a single tear

His Sweetheart

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

Sylvia's lattices were dark

Roses made them narrow.

The Monk

© Archibald Lampman

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In Nino's chamber not a sound intrudes

Pursuit

© Sylvia Plath

Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit.

RACINE

Sermon In A Churchyard

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

Let pious Damon take his seat,

With mincing step and languid smile,

Abu Midjan

© George MacDonald

"If I sit in the dust
For lauding good wine,
Ha, ha! it is just:
So sits the vine!"

To A Friend Who Sent Me A Box Of Violets

© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch

Nay, more than violets

These thoughts of thine, friend!

Aurora Leigh: Book Sixth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God! what face is that?
O Romney, O Marian!

The Coming Of The Ship Chapter I

© Khalil Gibran

Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,
Then I shall stand among you, a seafarer among seafarers.
And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,
Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,
Only another winding will this stream make, only another murmur in this glade,
And then shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.

A Dream Or No

© Thomas Hardy

Why go to Saint-Juliot? What's Juliot to me?
I've been but made fancy
By some necromancy
That much of my life claims the spot as its key.

Agnes

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

THE KNIGHT
The tale I tell is gospel true,
As all the bookmen know,
And pilgrims who have strayed to view
The wrecks still left to show.

Beata Solitudo

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

What land of Silence,
Where pale stars shine
On apple-blossom
And dew-drenched vine,
Is yours and mine?

Anti-Thelyphthora. A Tale In Verse

© William Cowper

Airy del Castro was as bold a knight

As ever earned a lady's love in fight.

Shut-Ins

© Edgar Albert Guest

We're gittin' so we need again

To see the sproutin' seed again.

The Spagnoletto. Act III

© Emma Lazarus

RIBERA (laying aside his brush).
So! I am weary. Luca, what 's o'clock?

Death

© Edith Nesbit

NEVER again:

No child shall stir the inmost heart of her

Satan Absolved

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.

A Song Of England

© Alfred Noyes

There is a song of England that none shall ever sing;

So sweet it is and fleet it is

The Prophets

© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

There are the modern prophets here,
Though altars totally are felt,
Their eyes are very deep and clear
In them, the flame of future set.

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