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When you go underground with all your airs,
Your kindly lies and your ridiculous prayers,
You shall not ever fear to face again
The strong man's rage, the woman wild with pain
Nor song nor sigh will beat upon your brain.

Recreation

© Jane Taylor

At last the tea came up, and so,
With that, our tongues began to go.
Now, in that house, you're sure of knowing
The smallest scrap of news that's going ;
We find it there the wisest way
To take some care of what we say.

Poem

© Aldous Huxley

Books and a coloured skein of thoughts were mine;
And magic words lay ripening in my soul
Till their much-whispered music turned a wine
Whose subtlest power was all in my control.

A Story Of Doom: Book II.

© Jean Ingelow

Now ere the sunrise, while the morning star

Hung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayed

Olney Hymn 67: Longing To Be With Christ

© William Cowper

To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
O bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to His throne!

Under Sentence

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

PLACE--Scotland. TIME--Thirteenth Century.
OFF! off! no treacherous priest for me!
What's Heaven? what's Hell? Eternity!
It hath no meaning to mine ear.

The Enemies

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I could have sung as sweet as any lark
Who in unfettered skies doth find him blest,
And sings to leaning angels prayer and praise,
For in God's garden the most lowly nest.

Bide A Wee

© Louisa May Alcott

'The puir auld folk at home, ye mind,

Are frail and failing sair;

Yarrow Revisited

© William Wordsworth

. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,

Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"

A Poem On The Last Day - Book I

© Edward Young

When, lo, a mighty trump, one half conceal'd
In clouds, one half to mortal eye reveal'd,
Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call
Shall rattle in the centre of the ball;
The' extended circuit of creation shake,
The living die with fear, the dead awake.

Olney Hymn 57: The New Convert

© William Cowper

The new-born child of gospel grace,
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh,
Beneath Emmanuel's shining face
Lifts up his blooming branch on high.

Tarafa

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The tent lines these of Kháula in stone--stricken Tháhmadi.
See where the fire has touched them, dyed dark as the hands of her.
'Twas here thy friends consoled thee that day with thee comforting,
cried; Not of grief, thou faint--heart! Men die not thus easily.

Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part I

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

YE interstellar spaces, serene and still and clear.
Above, below, around!
Ye gray unmeasured breadths of ether, sphere on sphere!
We listen, but no sound
Rings from your depths profound.

Xantippe(A Fragment)

© Amy Levy

What, have I waked again? I never thought

To see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey,

Limerick: There was an Old Person in Black

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Person in Black,
A Grasshopper jumped on his back;
When it chirped in his ear,
He was smitten with fear,
That helpless Old Person in Black.

Ornithology

Unlearned I in ornithology--

All I know about the birds

La Chevelure (Her Hair)

Ô toison, moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure!
Ô boucles! Ô parfum chargé de nonchaloir!
Extase! Pour peupler ce soir l'alcôve obscure
Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,
Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir!