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Love and Honor

© William Shenstone

Sed neque Medorum silvae, ditissima terra

Nec pulcher Ganges, atque auro turbidus Haemus,

The Higher Law

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

Man was not made for forms, but forms for man,

And there are times when law itself must bend

The Ballad Of Eliza Davis

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Galliant gents and lovely ladies,
List a tail vich late befel,
Vich I heard it, bein on duty,
At the Pleace Hoffice, Clerkenwell.

Are Ye Truly Free?

© James Russell Lowell

Men! whose boast it is that ye

Come of fathers brave and free;

An Ode

© Madison Julius Cawein

_In Commemoration of the Founding of the

Massachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623._

Marriage Songs

© George MacDonald

"They have no more wine!" she said.
But they had enough of bread;
And the vessels by the door
Held for thirst a plenteous store:
Yes, enough; but Love divine
Turned the water into wine!

The Brothers

© William Wordsworth

"THESE Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live

A profitable life: some glance along,

England puts on her purple, and pale, pale
With too much light, the primrose doth but wait
To meet the hyacinth; then bower and dale
Shall lose her and each fairy woodland mate.
April forgets them, for their utmost sum
Of gift was silent, and the birds are come.

To A Billy

© James Lister Cuthbertson

OLD BILLYbattered, brown and black

With many days of camping,

Amy Wentworth

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Her fingers shame the ivory keys
They dance so light along;
The bloom upon her parted lips
Is sweeter than the song.

The Lord of the Isles: Canto II.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!

An Interview With Miles Standish

© James Russell Lowell

I sat one evening in my room,

In that sweet hour of twilight

Aurora Leigh: Book Sixth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God! what face is that?
O Romney, O Marian!

The Coming Of The Ship Chapter I

Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,
Then I shall stand among you, a seafarer among seafarers.
And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,
Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,
Only another winding will this stream make, only another murmur in this glade,
And then shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.

The Banner Of The Covenanters

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HERE, where the rain-drops may not fall, the sunshine doth not play,
Where the unfelt and distant breeze in whispers dies away;
Here, where the stranger paces slow along the silent halls,