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Youth and June

© Jean Blewett

I was your lover long ago, sweet June,

Ere life grew hard; I am your lover still,

"An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatly

© Jupiter Hammon

O, come you pious youth: adore
The wisdom of thy God.
In bringing thee from distant shore,
To learn His holy word.

The Children Of The Lord's Supper. (From The Swedish Of Bishop Tegner)

Closed was the Teacher's task, and with heaven in their hearts and their faces,
Up rose the children all, and each bowed him, weeping full sorely,
Downward to kiss that reverend hand, but all of them pressed he
Moved to his bosom, and laid, with a prayer, his hands full of blessings,
Now on the holy breast, and now on the innocent tresses.

On The Death Of Canon Kingsley

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

MORTALS there are who seem, all over, flame,
Vitalized radiance, keen, intense, and high,
Whose souls, like planets in it dominant sky,
Burn with full forces of eternity:

Songs of the Winter Nights

© George MacDonald

Back shining from the pane, the fire
Seems outside in the snow:
So love set free from love's desire
Lights grief of long ago.

Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto I

© Samuel Butler

But she, who well enough knew what
(Before he spoke) he would be at,
Pretended not to apprehend
The mystery of what he mean'd;.
And therefore wish'd him to expound
His dark expressions, less profound.

The Columbiad: Book IV

© Joel Barlow

Yet must we mark, the bondage of the mind
Spreads deeper glooms, and subj ugates mankind;
The zealots fierce, whom local creeds enrage,
In holy feuds perpetual combat wage,
Support all crimes by full indulgence given,
Usurp the power and wield the sword of heaven,

Spirit And Star.

© James Brunton Stephens

THROUGH the bleak cold voids, through the wilds of space,

Trackless and starless, forgotten of grace,

Sonnett - XVII

© James Russell Lowell

THE SAME CONTINUED

A poet cannot strive for despotism;

Tale VI

© George Crabbe

need,
For habit told when all things should proceed;
Few their amusements, but when friends appear'd,
They with the world's distress their spirits

The Egyptian Lotus (In an Artificial Pond)

© Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton

PROUD, languid lily of the sacred Nile,
'Tis strange to see thee on our western wave,
Far from those sandy shores that mile on mile,
Papyrus-plumed, stretch silent as the grave.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Prelude

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Amid the hospitable glow,
Like an old actor on the stage,
With the uncertain voice of age,
The singing chimney chanted low
The homely songs of long ago.

Where the Ponies Come to Drink

© Henry Herbert Knibbs

Up in Northern Arizona

there's a Ranger-trail that passes

Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book IX - Drona-Badha (Fall Of Drona)

On the fall of Bhishma the Brahman chief Drona, preceptor of the Kuru

and Pandav princes, was appointed the leader of the Kuru forces. For

The Return Of Youth

My friend, thou sorrowest for thy golden prime,

For thy fair youthful years too swift of flight;

Life's Single Standard

There are a thousand ways to cheat and a thousand ways to sin;
There are ways uncounted to lose the game, but there's only one way to win;
And whether you live by the sweat of your brow or in luxury's garb you're
dressed,
You shall stand at last, when your race is run, to be judged by the single
test.

Shakespeare

The world of men, unrolled before our sight,
Showed like a map, where stream and waterfall
And village-cradling vale and cloud-capped height
Stand faithfully recorded, great and small;
For Shakespeare was, and at his touch, with light
Impartial as the Sun's, revealed the All.