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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
'Tis time I stepped from Horeb to the plain.
Mountains, farewell. I need a heavier air.
Youth's memories are not good for souls in pain,
And each new age has its own meed of care.
Move We Adjourn
© Edgar Albert Guest
When I'm weary of argument wordy
And tired of continuous debate,
Winter Cares
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
"Of course, the fire consumes a lot of kindling wood,
When we warm up the house or cook a boiling pot.
Just think what kind of food we'd have to eat each day,
If there were no wood to burn and no helpful fire.
We'd have naught but sodden, sour swill to eat, like swine.
Morphine
© Heinrich Heine
Theres a mirror likeness between the two
Bright, youthfully-shaped figures, though
Ones paler than the other and more austere,
I might even say more perfect, more distinguished,
A Southern Lullaby
© Virna Sheard
Little honey baby, shet yo' eyes up tight;--
(Shadow-man is comin' from de moon!)--
You's as sweet as roses if dey is so pink an white;
(Shadow-man '11 get here mighty soon.)
Aurora Leigh: Book Fifth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"A flower, a flower," exclaimed
My German student,-his own eyes full-blown
Bent on her. He was twenty, certainly.
Thanksgiving
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Let us give thanks to God above,
Thanks for expressions of His love,
Seen in the book of nature, grand
Taught by His love on every hand.
Tender Mercies
© Anna Laetitia Waring
Tender mercies, on my way
Falling softly like the dew,
Sent me freshly every day,
I will bless the Lord for you.
The Great River
© Henry Van Dyke
In la sua volontade è nostra pace.
O mighty river! strong, eternal Will,
Wherein the streams of human good and ill
Are onward swept, conflicting, to the sea!
The world is safe because it floats in Thee.
The Assault
© Robert Nichols
A sudden thrill.
"Fix bayonets."
Gods! we have our fill
Of fear, hysteria, exultation, rage -
Rage to kill….
The Pig and the Rooster
© Clement Clarke Moore
Thus ended the strife, as does many a fight;
Each thought his foe wrong, and his own notions right.
Pig turn'd, with a grunt, to his mire anew,
And He-biddy, laughing, cried -- cock-a-doodle-doo.
The Preacher
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The impulse spread like the outward course
Of waters moved by a central force;
The tide of spiritual life rolled down
From inland mountains to seaboard town.
Verses On A Cat
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
A cat in distress,
Nothing more, nor less;
Good folks, I must faithfully tell ye,
The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 3950)
© Stephen Hawes
Of the merualyos argument bytwene Mars and fortune. Ca. xxvij.
3018 Besyde this toure of olde foundacyon
3019 There was a temple strongly edefyed
3020 To the hygh honoure and reputacyon
The North Sea -- Second Cycle
© Heinrich Heine
The waves are murmuring, the sea-gulls crying,
Wafts of old memories over me steal,
Old dreams long forgotten, old visions long vanished,
Sweet and torturing, rise from the deep..
The Burgomeister's Well
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
A peaceful spot, a little street,
So still between the double roar
Bill the Bullock-Driver
© Henry Kendall
The singers that sweeten all time with their song
Pure voices that make us forget
Humanitys drama of marvellous wrong
To Bill are as mysteries yet.
The Ballad of Bouillabaisse
© William Makepeace Thackeray
A street there is in Paris famous,
For which no rhyme our language yields,
