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Then they throng to my House, and my Maid they beseech,
To say, if her Mistress had quite lost her Speech.
Nell readily own'd, what they heard was too true;
That To--day I was dumb, give the Devil his Due:
And frankly confess'd, were it always the Case,
No Servant could e'er have a happier Place.

Willie's Question

© George MacDonald

I.
Willie speaks.
Is it wrong, the wish to be great,
For I do wish it so?
I have asked already my sister Kate;
She says she does not know.

When you go Away

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

When you go away, my friend,
When you say your last good-bye,
Then the summer time will end,
And the winter will be nigh.

Mary Leslie

© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch

Here by the bivouac fire, above
These fields of savage play,
I'll lift my love to meet thy love
Twa thousand miles away,

Tauler

© John Greenleaf Whittier

And as he walked he prayed. Even the same
Old prayer with which, for half a score of years,
Morning, and noon, and evening, lip and heart
Had groaned: "Have pity upon me, Lord!
Thou seest, while teaching others, I am blind.
Send me a man who can direct my steps!"

Epilogue

© Edgar Lee Masters

You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.

He Needed Not

© George MacDonald

Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,
And sermons of the silent stone;
To read in brooks the print so clear
Of motion, shadowy light, and tone-
That man hath neither eye nor ear
Who careth not for human moan.

Break o Day

© Henry Lawson

I was born to ruin or born to mar
The home wherever I light.
Oh! I wish that you were the Evening Star
And that I were the Fall o Night.

Two Little Boots

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

TWO little boots all rough an' wo',

Two little boots!

On Lucy, Countess of Bedford

© Benjamin Jonson

This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,

I thought to form unto my zealous Muse

Kathleens Charity

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

"God bless the work," said young Kathleen,

She bent her golden head,

The Childs Monitor

© Ann Taylor

That something says, without a sound,
"Take care, dear child, you may be drown'd: "
And for the poor whene'er I grieve,
That something says, "A penny give."

The Tower of Doctrine - (from the History of Graunde Amoure)

That treated well of a ful noble story,
Of the doubty waye to the tower perillous;
Howe a noble knyght should wynne the victory
Of many a serpente foule and odious:
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