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A mile of lane,--hedged high with iron-weeds
And dying daisies,--white with sun, that leads
Downward into a wood; through which a stream
Steals like a shadow; over which is laid
A bridge of logs, worn deep by many a team,
Sunk in the tangled shade.

The Ring And The Book - Chapter V - Count Guido Franceschini

© Robert Browning

That is a way, thou whisperest in my ear!
I doubt, I will decide, then act, said I
Then beckoned my companions: Time is come!

Sonnet to Hope

© Helen Maria Williams

O, ever skilled to wear the form we love!

To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart;

The Wind At Night

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

O SUDDEN blast, that through this silence black
Sweeps past my windows,
Coming and going with invisible track
As death or sin does,--

The Approach

© Robert Nichols

In my tired, helpless body
I feel my sunk heart ache;
But suddenly, loudly
The far, the great guns shake.

Coming Home

© Augusta Davies Webster

Anyhow
I've poetry and music too to-day
in the very clatter: it goes "Home, home, home."

The Hero -- English Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

Just suppose for once -

I was travelling with my mother

The Shepherds Calendar - March

© John Clare

March month of 'many weathers' wildly comes
In hail and snow and rain and threatning hums
And floods: while often at his cottage door
The shepherd stands to hear the distant roar

The Third Booke Of Qvodlibets

© Robert Hayman

Kings doe correct those that Rebellious are,
And their good Subjects worthily preferre:
Iust Epigrams reproue those that offend,
And those that vertuous are, she doth commend.

In Egypt

© Virna Sheard

All day the wife of Pharaoh had paced the palace hall
Or the long white pillared court that was open to the sky;
A passion of wild restlessness ensnared her in its thrall
While she fought a fear within her--a thing that would not die.

More Sonnets At Christmas III

© Allen Tate

Nobody said that he could be a plumber,
Carpenter, clerk, bus-driver, bombardier;
Let little boys go into violent slumber,
Aegean squall and squalor where their fear
Is of an enemy in remote oceans
Unstalked by Christ: these are the better notions.

The Perfect Dinner Table

© Edgar Albert Guest

A table cloth that's slightly soiled

Where greasy little hands have toiled;

Pelleas And Ettarre

King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat
In hall at old Caerleon, the high doors
Were softly sundered, and through these a youth,
Pelleas, and the sweet smell of the fields
Past, and the sunshine came along with him.

Meditation

No sudden thing of glory and fear
Was the Lord's coming; but the dear
Slow Nature's days followed each other
To form the Saviour from his Mother
--One of the children of the year.

The Devil's Drive: An Unfinished Rhapsody

'I have a state-coach at Carlton House,
A chariot in Seymour Place;
But they're lent to two friends, who make me amends,
By driving my favourite pace:
And they handle their reins with such a grace,
I have something for both at the end of their race.

The Auction Sale

© Henry Reed

And there was silence in the tent.
They gazed in silence; silently
The wind dropped down, no longer shook
The flapping sides and gaping holes.
And some moved back, and others went
Closer, to get a better look.