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Pleasant Prophecies

© Robert Fuller Murray

A day of gladness yet will dawn,
Though when I cannot say;
Perhaps it may be Thursday week,
Perhaps some other day,

Hymn XXI: Ye Simple Souls That Stray

© Charles Wesley

Ye simple souls that stray

Far from the path of peace,

It comes it comes with unaccustomd light,
The tracts of airy Thought grow wondrous bright,
Its notions ancient Memory reviews,
& Young Invention new design pursues,
To some attempt my will & wishes press,
& pleasure raisd in hope forebodes success.

The Unknown Should Be Good

© Eli Siegel

It was a dark corridor.
Down that corridor, in darkness, went someone
whom you could adore.
But she wasn't seen by you;

Hero And Leander. The Sixth Sestiad

© George Chapman

No longer could the Day nor Destinies

Delay the Night, who now did frowning rise

Speculum Tuscanismi

© Gabriel Harvey

Since Galatea came in, and Tuscanism gan usurp,

Vanity above all: villainy next her, stateliness Empress

Marriage Songs

© George MacDonald

"They have no more wine!" she said.
But they had enough of bread;
And the vessels by the door
Held for thirst a plenteous store:
Yes, enough; but Love divine
Turned the water into wine!

Hermann And Dorothea - II. Terpsichore

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Then the son thoughtfully answer'd:--"I know not why, but the fact is
My annoyance has graven itself in my mind, and hereafter
I could not bear at the piano to see her, or list to her singing."

'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 3

© Publius Vergilius Maro

WHEN Heavn had overturnd the Trojan state

And Priams throne, by too severe a fate;

The Brothers

© William Wordsworth

"THESE Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live

A profitable life: some glance along,

Speranza

© Jean Ingelow

England puts on her purple, and pale, pale
With too much light, the primrose doth but wait
To meet the hyacinth; then bower and dale
Shall lose her and each fairy woodland mate.
April forgets them, for their utmost sum
Of gift was silent, and the birds are come.

A Little The Best Of It

A LITTLE the best of it,
Allus he prayed for,
All th' time lookin'
Per more than he paid for,
Had an idee, that's
What bargains are made for.

The Weakling

I AM a weakling. God, who made

The still, strong man, made also me.

Stupid Pencil Maker

Some dummy built this pencil wrong,
The eraser's down here where the point belongs,
And the point's at the top - so it's no good to me,
It's amazing how stupid some people can be.

Sojourning and Wandering

AUTUMN
A GOOD stay-at-home season is Autumn: then there's
work to be joined in by all:
Though the fawns, where the brackens make covert, may range away undeterred,
The stags that were lone upon hillocks now give heed to the call,
To the bellowing call of the hinds, and they draw back to the herd.