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Our Country

© John Greenleaf Whittier

WE give thy natal day to hope,
O Country of our love and prayer!
Thy way is down no fatal slope,
But up to freer sun and air.

Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;
Sing the song of a sinner and the song of a writer, too
Down in a pub in the alleys, in a dark and dirty hole,
With every soul a drunkard and the boss with never a soul.

England To Ireland

© William Watson

Spouse whom my sword in the olden time won me,

Winning me hatred more sharp than a sword--

Pharsalia - Book II: The Flight Of Pompeius

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

This was made plain the anger of the gods;
The universe gave signs Nature reversed
In monstrous tumult fraught with prodigies
Her laws, and prescient spake the coming guilt.

The Episode Of Nisus And Euryalus

© George Gordon Byron

'In vain you damp the ardour of my soul,'
Replied Euryalus; 'it scorns control!
Hence, let us haste! '- their brother guards arose,
Roused by their call, nor court again repose;
The pair, bouyed up on Hope's exulting wing,
Their stations leave, and speed to seek the king.

One by One

© Adelaide Anne Procter

One by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall:
Some are coming, some are going;
Do not strive to grasp them all.

Lines II

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

YE cannot add by any pile ye raise,
One jot or tittle to the statesman's fame;
That the world knows; to the far future days
Belongs his glory, and its radiant flame

A Little Girl Lost

© William Blake

Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto I.

© Matthew Prior

Without these aids, to be more serious,
Her power they hold had been precarious;
The eyes might have conspired her ruin,
And she not known what they were doing.
Foolish it had been and unkind
That they should see and she be blind.

The Street-Children's Dance

© Mathilde Blind

NOW the earth in fields and hills
Stirs with pulses of the Spring,
Next-embowering hedges ring
With interminable trills;
Sunlight runs a race with rain,
All the world grows young again.

Renaissance

© Thomas Sturge Moore

O happy soul, forget thy self!

This that has haunted all the past,

From Omar Khayyam

© Edward Fitzgerald

A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread-and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness-
O, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O let the soul her slumbers break,
Let thought be quickened, and awake;
Awake to see
How soon this life is past and gone,
And death comes softly stealing on,
How silently!

Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto II.

© John Gay

Now, sporting muse, draw in the flowing reins,

Leave the clear streams a while for sunny plains.

The Secret Of The Stars

Is man's the only throbbing heart that hides
The silent spring that feeds its whispering tides?
Speak from thy caverns, mystery-breeding Earth,
Tell the half-hinted story of thy birth,
And calm the noisy champions who have thrown
The book of types against the book of stone!

Vision Of Columbus - Book 8

© Joel Barlow

And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,

Veil'd the wide worldwhen sudden shades of night

Sonnet LXI

Supposed to have been written in America.
ILL-omen'd bird! whose cries portentous float
O'er yon savannah with the mournful wind;
While, as the Indian hears your piercing note,

Seeking For Happiness

Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste.
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.