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Thanks, friends, many thanks! I chiefly desire life now, that I may recompense every one of you. Most I know something of already. What, a repast prepared?Benedicto benedicatur . . . ugh, ugh! Where was I? Oh, as you were remarking, Ugo, the weather is mild, very unlike winter-weather: but I am a Sicilian, you know, and shiver in your Julys here. To be sure, when 't was full summer at Messina, as we priests used to cross in procession the great square on Assumption Day, you might see our thickest yellow tapers twist suddenly in two, each like a falling star, or sink down on themselves in a gore of wax. But go, my friends, but go! [To the Intendant]
Not you, Ugo! [The others leave the apartment]
I have long wanted to converse with you, Ugo.

On a Blind Girl

© Baha ad-Din Zuhayr

They call my love a poor blind maid:
I love her more for that, I said;
I love her for she cannot see
The gray hairs which disfigure me.

Halloween

© George MacDonald

Sweep up the flure, Janet;
Put on anither peat.
It's a lown and a starry nicht, Janet,
And nowther cauld nor weet.

To K.M.D.

© James Clerk Maxwell

In the buds, before they burst,
Leaves and flowers are moulded;
Closely pressed they lie at first,
Exquisitely folded.

The Men Who Live It Down

© Henry Lawson

I have sinned, but as a man might; like a man Ill rise again
From long nights of mental torture, from long days of care and pain.
Pass me by with eyes averted, with a shrug or with a frown,
But their heads shall bow in ashes long ere my head shall go down!

Aerophorion

© Henry James Pye

When bold Ambition tempts the ingenuous mind

To leave the beaten paths of life behind,

An Essay On The Different Stiles Of Poetry

© Thomas Parnell

I hate the Vulgar with untuneful Mind,
Hearts uninspir'd, and Senses unrefin'd.
Hence ye Prophane, I raise the sounding String,
And Bolingbroke descends to hear me sing.

The Phantom Ship. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In Mather's Magnalia Christi,

Of the old colonial time,

The Unsung Heroes

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

A song for the unsung heroes who rose in the country's need,
When the life of the land was threatened by the slaver's cruel greed,
For the men who came from the cornfield, who came from the plough and the flail,
Who rallied round when they heard the sound of the mighty man of the rail.

Time And Time

© George MacDonald

As I was walkin on the strand,

I spied ane auld man sit

Evangeline: Part The First. III.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

BENT like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf of the ocean,

Bent, but not broken, by age was the form of the notary public;

The Cathedral Of Rheims

© Emile Verhaeren

He who walks through the meadows of Champagne

At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear,

Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part I

By love of opulence and science led,
Now Commerce wide her peaceful empire spread,
And seas, obedient to the pilot's art,
But join'd the regions which they seem'd to part;
Free intercourse disarm'd the barbarous mind,
Tam'd savage hate, and humaniz'd mankind.

Baroque Account

Sometimes

when the boats of their senses' beat

To An Unfortunate Woman At The Theatre

Maiden, that with sullen brow
Sitt'st behind those virgins gay,
Like a scorched and mildew'd bough,
Leafless mid the blooms of May.

The Russian Fugitive

I

ENOUGH of rose-bud lips, and eyes

Songs Set To Music: 8. Set By Mr. Smith

Still, Dorinda, I adore;
Think I mean not to deceive you,
For I loved you much before,
And, alas! now love you more
Though I force myself to leave you.