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Love Disarmed

© Matthew Prior

Still lay the God: The Nymph surpriz'd,
Yet Mistress of her self, devis'd,
How She the Vagrant might inthral,
And Captive Him, who Captives All.

Men I dismiss to the Mercy greet me not willingly;
Crying, "When seekest Thou me first? Are not my kin unslain?
Shrinking aside from the Sword-edge, blinking the glare of it,
Sinking the chin in the neck-bone. How shall that profit them?
Yet, among men a ten thousand, few meet me otherwise.

The Door Of Humility

© Alfred Austin

ENGLAND
We lead the blind by voice and hand,
And not by light they cannot see;
We are not framed to understand
The How and Why of such as He;

Orlando Furioso Canto 6

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Ariodantes has, a worthy meed,

Kelly Ingram

© Edgar Albert Guest

His name was Kelly Ingram; he was Alabama's son,
And he whistled "Yankee Doodle," as he stood beside his gun;
There was laughter in his make-up, there was manhood in his face,
And he knew the best traditions and the courage of his race;
Now there's not a heart among us but should swell with loyal pride
When he thinks of Kelly Ingram and the splendid way he died.

Theres Only The Two Of Us Here

© Edward Harrington

I camped one night in an empty hut on the side of a lonely hill.
I didnt go much on empty huts, but the night was awful chill.
So I boiled me billy and had me tea and seen that the door was shut.
Then I went to bed in an empty bunk by the side of the old slab hut.

When The Rain Is On The Roof

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Lord, I am poor, and know not how to speak,
But since Thou art so great,
Thou needest not that I should speak to Thee well.
All angels speak unto Thee well.

Christmas Day

© John Keble

What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
In waves of light it thrills along,
Th' angelic signal given -
"Glory to God!" from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir;

Lord Of Himself

© Sir Henry Wotton

How happy is he born and taught
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill.

The Staff and Scrip

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Who rules these lands? the Pilgrim said.

Stranger, Queen Blanchelys.

The Surprise

© William Barnes

As there I left the road in May,
And took my way along a ground,
I found a glade with girls at play,
By leafy boughs close-hemmed around,

The Hall And The Wood

© William Morris

Twas in the water-dwindling tide
When July days were done,
Sir Rafe of Greenhowes, gan to ride
In the earliest of the sun.

Sheep-Sheering

© James Thomson

In one diffusive band,
They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog
Compell'd to where the mazy-running brook
Forms a deep pool; this bank abrupt and high,

The Prodigy.

© Mary Barber

Then they throng to my House, and my Maid they beseech,
To say, if her Mistress had quite lost her Speech.
Nell readily own'd, what they heard was too true;
That To--day I was dumb, give the Devil his Due:
And frankly confess'd, were it always the Case,
No Servant could e'er have a happier Place.

Willie's Question

I.
Willie speaks.
Is it wrong, the wish to be great,
For I do wish it so?
I have asked already my sister Kate;
She says she does not know.

Lost Counsel

IF you were but near me,
O kindest and best,
I could tell you my trouble,
And I could have rest;

Epilogue

You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.

He Needed Not

Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,
And sermons of the silent stone;
To read in brooks the print so clear
Of motion, shadowy light, and tone-
That man hath neither eye nor ear
Who careth not for human moan.