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When night time comes an' I can go
Back to the folks who love me so,
An' see 'em smile an' hear 'em sing,
An' feel their kisses, then, by jing!
I vow this world is mighty fine
An' run upon a great design.

The Bridal of Pennacook

© John Greenleaf Whittier

No bridge arched thy waters save that where the trees
Stretched their long arms above thee and kissed in the breeze:
No sound save the lapse of the waves on thy shores,
The plunging of otters, the light dip of oars.

A Piccaninny.

© James Brunton Stephens

LO by the "humpy" door a smockless Venus!

Unblushing bronze, she shrinks not, having seen us,

He Earned His Way

© Edgar Albert Guest

rose unto the bights of fame

And with the great men stood,

The English Revolution Of 1848

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

HO ye that nothing have to lose! ho rouse ye, one and all!

Come from the sinks of the New Cut, the purlieus of Vauxhall!

The Tournament. An Interlude

© Thomas Chatterton

BERGHAMME.
Nowe, nowe, Syrr Knyghte, attoure thie beeveredd eyne,
I have borne downe, and efte doe gauntlette thee.
Swythenne begynne, and wrynn thie shappe orr myne;
Gyff thou dyscomfytte, ytt wylle dobblie bee.

ElegyXI: The Bracelet

© John Donne

NOT that in colour it was like thy hair,

For armlets of that thou mayst let me wear ;

To The Lord Falkland

© Abraham Cowley

FOR HIS SAFE RETURN FROM THE NORTHERN

EXPEDITION AGAINST THE SCOTS.

Sonnet 60: When My Good Angel Guides Me

© Sir Philip Sidney

When my good angel guides me to the place,
Where all my good I do in Stella see,
That heav'n of joys throws only down on me
Thunder'd disdains and lightnings of disgrace:

Sea Calm

© Langston Hughes

How still,
How strangely still
The water is today,
It is not good
For water
To be so still that way.

The Three Kings. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Three Kings came riding from far away,
Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;
Three Wise Men out of the East were they,
And they travelled by night and they slept by day,
For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.

At School-Close

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The end has come, as come it must
To all things; in these sweet June days
The teacher and the scholar trust
Their parting feet to separate ways.

What Hidden Sweetness Is There

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

217

What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness of the belly!

Canada

It was formerly believed, on a sea-battered shore
though the storm at home blasted,
that in the distant west there still lay lands,
where calm and sun never ended,
for there the good season had found it's retreat
and freedom and compassion - all that is best.

The Gift Of Play

Some have the gift of song and some possess the gift of silver speech,

Some have the gift of leadership and some the ways of life can teach.

Delight In God Only

I love (and have some cause to love) the earth;
She is my Maker's creature, therefore good:
She is my mother, for she gave me birth;
She is my tender nurse; she gives me food;
But what's a creature, Lord, compared with Thee?
Or what's my mother, or my nurse to me?

The Golden Age

Nor this the worst! When ripened Shame would hide
Fruits of that hour when Passion conquered Pride,
There are not wanting in this Christian land
The breast remorseless and the Thuggish hand,
To advertise the dens where Death is sold,
And quench the breath of baby-life for gold!