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You reap a heavier harvest than you know.
Disnaturing a nation, you have thieved
Her name, her patient genius, while you thought
To fool the world and master it. You sought
Reality. It comes in hate and woe.
In the end you also shall not be deceived.

The Pig's Tale

© Lewis Carroll

Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters
Gorgeous in their gaiters-
I've a Tale to tell.

For General Monk, His Entertainment At Clothworkers' Hall

© Alexander Brome

Ring, bells! and let bonfires outblaze the sun!

Let echoes contribute their voices!

Aurora Leigh: Book Niinth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

An active kind of curse. I stood there cursed,
Confounded. I had seized and caught the sense
Of the letter, with its twenty stinging snakes,
In a moment's sweep of eyesight, and I stood
Dazed.-"Ah! not married."

The White Witch

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Heaven help your home to-night,
MacCormac; for I know
A white witch woman is your bride:
You married for your woe.

If You Should Pass

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

For if thy charity be overstrained
And would bring slander where it cannot bless,
Give me but silence where good friendship waned,
Grant me the mercy of forgetfulness.

The Yearly Distress; Or, Tithing-Time At Stock In Essex

© William Cowper

Come, ponder well, for 'tis no jest,
To laugh it would be wrong;
The troubles of a worthy priest
The burden of my song.

The Negro Schools

© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

Please be silent now, my country, while I fill the speaker's place;
While I point out some abuses that we constantly embrace,
Listen with your best attention to the words that I shall say,
How the Negro schools are managed, in this Commonwealth today.

The Masque of Plenty

© Rudyard Kipling

"How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life!
From the dawn to the even he strays -
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
(adagio dim.) Filled with praise!"

The Burial March Of Dundee

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

Sound the fife, and cry the slogan-

Let the pibroch shake the air

Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Orion: But an understanding tacit.
You have prospered much since the day we met;
You were then a landless knight;
You now have honour and wealth, and yet
I never can serve you right.

We Have Created The Night

© Paul Eluard

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXV

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

``Silence. I will not listen!'' ``And for what?''
She added strangely, in a softer mood.
``You see I am not angry. Do you not?
Only soft--hearted, and alas! too good.

Farmer Downs Changes His Opinion Of Nature

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

"No," said old Farmer Downs to me,
"I ain't the facts denyin',
That all young folks in love must be,
As birds must be a-flyin'.
Don't go agin sech facts, because
I'm one as re-specks Natur's laws.

The Kettle

There's many a house of grandeur,

With turret, tower and dome,

The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto II.

III Lais and Lucretia
Did first his beauty wake her sighs?
That's Lais! Thus Lucretia's known:
The beauty in her Lover's eyes
Was admiration of her own.

The Voyage

À Maxime du Camp
I
For the child, in love with globe, and stamps,
the universe equals his vast appetite.

Italy : 7. Marguerite De Tours

Now the grey granite, starting through the snow,
Discovered many a variegated moss
That to the pilgrim resting on his staff
Shadows our capes and islands; and ere long

The Mother Watch

She never closed her eyes in sleep till we were all in bed;
On party nights till we came home she often sat and read.
We little thought about it then, when we were young and gay,
How much the mother worried when we children were away.
We only knew she never slept when we were out at night,
And that she waited just to know that we'd come home all right.