Small traveler from an unseen shore,
By mortal eye ne'er seen before,
To you, good-morrow.
You are as fair a little dame
As ever from a glad world came
To one of sorrow.

To a Millionaire

© Archibald Lampman

The world in gloom and splendour passes by,
And thou in the midst of it with brows that gleam,
A creature of that old distorted dream
That makes the sound of life an evil cry.

A Little Memory

© Aldous Huxley

White in the moonlight,
Wet with dew,
We have known the languor
Of being two.

Riden Hwome At Night

© William Barnes

Oh! no, I quite injaÿ'd the ride

Behind wold Dobbin's heavy heels,

When all Thy Mercies, O My God

© Joseph Addison

When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, Im lost
In wonder, love and praise.

Capital Punishment

© Edgar Albert Guest

PROUD is the state of its millions of men,

And proud is the state of its name;

The Sea-Seekers

ALL four of us were inland born
And inland reared from birth were we,
And though the tale be food for scorn
We four had never seen the Sea.

My Friend has fled

In the clear dawn, before the east was red,
Before the rose had torn her veil in two,
A nightingale through Hafiz' garden flew,
Stayed but to fill its song with tears, and fled.

The Kindly Neighbor

I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands

Beside my gate and chats with me awhile,

Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book I - Astra Darsana (The Tournament)

The scene of the Epic is the ancient kingdom of the Kurus which
flourished along the upper course of the Ganges; and the historical
fact on which the Epic is based is a great war which took place
between the Kurus and a neighbouring tribe, the Panchalas, in the
thirteenth or fourteenth century before Christ.

The Progres Of The Soule

© John Donne

Wherein,

BY OCCASION OF

© John Milton

Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric