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The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto IX.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

IV Fool and Wise
Endow the fool with sun and moon,
Being his, he holds them mean and low;
But to the wise a little boon
Is great, because the giver's so.

January Morning

© William Carlos Williams

I have discovered that most of
the beauties of travel are due to
the strange hours we keep to see them:

And now the bell, - the bell
She had so often heard by night and day
And listened to with solemn pleasure,
E'en as a living voice, -
Rung its remorseless toll for her,
So young, so beautiful, so good.

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.

The Sixth Sense

© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

Fine is the wine that is in love with us,
The goodly bread we wait for from the oven,
And woman whom we have possessed, at last,
After we've suffered under yoke her own.

Hot Afternoons Have Been in Montana

© Eli Siegel

Quiet and green was the grass of the field,

The sky was whole in brightness,

The Parting And The Coming Guest

© Henry Van Dyke

Who watched the worn-out Winter die?

Who, peering through the window-pane

Dear Doctor, I have Read your Play

© George Gordon Byron

Dear Doctor, I have read your play,

Which is a good one in its way,

Verses In Reply To An Invitation To Dinner At Dr. Baker's

© Oliver Goldsmith

'This 'is' a poem! This 'is' a copy of verses!'

YOUR mandate I got,

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

God Bless You

© William Herbert Carruth

When you've struggled hard and long
And the battle has gone wrong
And a world of cares oppress you,
Like cool water from a spring,
Like the balm the south-winds bring,
Are the simple words, "God bless you."

Hard Times

© George MacDonald

I am weary, and very lonely,

And can but think-think.

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.

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.

A Christmas Carol

'What means this glory round our feet,'
The Magi mused, 'more bright than morn?'
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
'To-day the Prince of Peace is born!'

R. S. S.

All-worshipped Gold! thou mighty mystery

Say by what name shall I address thee rather,

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Student's Tale; Emma and Eginhard

Smaragdo, Abbot of St. Michael's, said,
With many a shrug and shaking of the head,
Surely some demon must possess the lad,
Who showed more wit than ever schoolboy had,
And learned his Trivium thus without the rod;
But Alcuin said it was the grace of God.