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The Children
© Edgar Albert Guest
The children bring us laughter, and the children bring us tears;
They string our joys, like jewels bright, upon the thread of years;
They bring the bitterest cares we know, their mothers' sharpest pain,
Then smile our world to loveliness, like sunshine after rain.
Our Saviours Boyhood
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
With what a flood of wondrous thoughts
Each Christian breast must swell
When, wandering back through ages past,
With simple faith they dwell
On quiet Nazareths sacred sod,
Where the Child Saviours footsteps trod.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 03
© Torquato Tasso
XXVI
"Turks, Persians conquered, Antiochia won,
The Centennial Year
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
A Hundred years and she had sat, a queen
Sheltering her children, opening wide her gates
To all the inflowing tribes of earth. At first
Storms raged around her; but her stumbling feet
Inscriptions
© James Russell Lowell
I call as fly the irrevocable hours,
Futile as air or strong as fate to make
Your lives of sand or granite; awful powers,
Even as men choose, they either give or take.
Ballade Of My Lady's Beauty
© Joyce Kilmer
Prince Eros, Lord of lovely might,
Who on Olympus dost recline,
Do I not tell the truth aright?
No lady is so fair as mine.
John Brown
© Vachel Lindsay
(To be sung by a leader and chorus, the leader singing
the body of the poem, while the chorus interrupts with
the question.)
Possessions
© Ken Smith
They spent my life plotting against me.
With nothing to do but cultivate themselves,
but to be there, aligning their shadows,
they were planning to undo me,
wanting to own me completely.
A Sonnet (Two Voices Are There)
© James Kenneth Stephen
Two voices are there: one is of the deep;
It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody,
The Passengers Of A Retarded Submersible
© William Dean Howells
THE GHOSTS OF THE LUSITANIA WOMEN AND CHILDREN
Oh, kind kin of our murderers, take us back when you sail away;
Our own kin have forgotten us. O Captain, do not stay!
But hasten, Captain, hasten: The wreck that lies under the sea
Shall be ever the home for us this land can never be.
Now Moses
© Henry Clay Work
Now Moses, you'll catch it! Now Moses, don't touch it!
Now Moses, don't you hear what I say? (don't you hear it?)
'Tis thus without stopping, the music keeps dropping,
For night after night, and for day after day.
The Truce And The Peace
© Robinson Jeffers
(NOVEMBER, 1918)
Peace now for every fury has had her day,
The Borough. Letter XV: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Clelia
© George Crabbe
Another term is past; ten other years
In various trials, troubles, views, and fears:
Of these some pass'd in small attempts at trade;
Houses she kept for widowers lately made;
For now she said, "They'll miss th' endearing
Hymn After The Emancipation Proclamation
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
GIVER of all that crowns our days,
With grateful hearts we sing thy praise;
Through deep and desert led by Thee,
Our promised land at last we see.
The Shepherd's Week : Tuesday; or, the Ditty
© John Gay
Marian.
Young Colin Clout, a lad of peerless meed,
Mrs. Malone And The Censor
© Edgar Albert Guest
When Mrs. Malone got a letter from Pat
She started to read it aloud in her flat.
Gratitude, Addressed To Lady Hesketh
© William Cowper
This cap, that so stately apepars,
With ribbon-bound tassel on high,
Which seems by the crest that it rears
Ambitious of brushing the sky;
The Making Of Friends
© Edgar Albert Guest
If nobody smiled and nobody cheered and nobody helped us along,
If each every minute looked after himself and good things all went to the
strong,
If nobody cared just a little for you, and nobody thought about me,
And we stood all alone to the battle of life, what a dreary old world it
would be!
