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The Joy Of Grief

© John Kenyon

"In vain you touch that answering wire,

Attuned to softest notes of peace;

Poetry: A Metrical Essay, Read Before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard

Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire!
Ye winds of Memory, sweep the silent lyre!
Ray of the past, if yet thou canst appear,
Break through the clouds of Fancyâs waning year;
Chase from her breast the thin autumnal snow,
If leaf or blossom still is fresh below!

On the Friendship Betwixt Two Ladies

© Edmund Waller

Tell me, lovely, loving pair!
Why so kind, and so severe?
Why so careless of our care,
Only to yourselves so dear?

Queen Mary's Complaint

© Helen Maria Williams

I.

Pale moon! thy mild benignant light

Ode to Memory

© William Shenstone

O Memory! Celestial maid!
Who glean'st the flowerets cropt by time;
And, suffering not a leaf to fade,
Preserv'st the blossoms of our prime;
Bring, bring those moments to my mind
When life was new and Lesbia kind.

The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto V.

© Sir Walter Scott

Lord Dacre
"Forward, brave champions, to the fight!
Sound trumpets!" -

Worthy The Name of Sir Knight

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I

Sir Knight of the world's oldest order,

The Hired Man And Floretty

© James Whitcomb Riley

The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before,
In near reach of the wood-box, the stove-door
And one leaf of the kitchen-table, was
Somewhat belated, and in lifted pause
His dextrous knife was balancing a bit
Of fried mush near the port awaiting it.

The Soldier's Return to His Home

© Robert Bloomfield

My untried muse shall no high tone assume,

Nor strut in arms - farewell, my cap and plume!

To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;
Yes, I was firm -- thus wert not thou;--
My baffled looks did fear yet dread

To A Friend Estranged From Me

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sun
That will not rise again.
Today has seen the setting, in your eyes cold and senseless as the sea,
Of friendship better than bread, and of bright charity
That lifts a man a little above the beasts that run.

Ode XIV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend: From The Country

© Mark Akenside

I.

Say, Townshend, what can London boast

Fit The Fifth - The Beavers Lesson

© Lewis Carroll

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.

NewsFfrom St. James's.

© Mary Barber

The Cretan Sage began the Charge,
Recounted all his Crimes at large;
His Insincerity, and Pride,
His Hundred evil Arts beside;
Arts, thinly veil'd with Virtue's Guise,
The modern Statesmens Scheme to rise.