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The Sister's Expostulation On The Brother's Learning Latin

© Charles Lamb

Shut these odious books up, brother;

They have made you quite another

A Poem On The Last Day - Book II

Now man awakes, and from his silent bed,
Where he has slept for ages, lifts his head;
Shakes off the slumber of ten thousand years,
And on the borders of new worlds appears.
Whate'er the bold, the rash adventure cost,
In wide Eternity I dare be lost.

The Song Of The Free

© Swami Vivekananda

The wounded snake its hood unfurls,
The flame stirred up doth blaze,
The desert air resounds the calls
Of heart-struck lion's rage.

The Word of The Silence

© Sri Aurobindo

A bare impersonal hush is now my mind,
A world of sight clear and inimitable,
A volume of silence by a Godhead signed,
A greatness pure, virgin of will.

Hero And Leander: The Second Sestiad

© Christopher Marlowe

By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,

Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.

Tale III

© George Crabbe

bound;
In all that most confines them they confide,
Their slavery boast, and make their bonds their

Nothing At All In the Paper Today

© Anonymous

Nothing at all in the paper today!
Only a murder somewhere or other;
A girl who has put her child away,
Not being a wife as well as a mother;

Margaret's Bridal Eve

© George Meredith

The old grey mother she thrummed on her knee:
There is a rose that's ready;
And which of the handsome young men shall it be?
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.

Upstream

© Carl Sandburg

The strong men keep coming on.
They go down shot, hanged, sick, broken.
They live on, fighting, singing, lucky as plungers.

Dion [See Plutarch]

© William Wordsworth

Serene, and fitted to embrace,

Where'er he turned, a swan-like grace

The Ghost - Book IV

© Charles Churchill

Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence

To something of exalted sense

How The Fire Queen Crossed The Swamp

© William Henry Ogilvie

The flood was down in the Wilga swamps, three feet over the mud,
And the teamsters camped on the Wilga range and swore at the rising flood;
For one by one they had tried the trip, double and treble teams,
And one after one each desert-ship had dropped to her axle-beams;
So they thonged their leaders and pulled them round to the camp on the sandhill's crown,
And swore by the bond of a blood-red oath to wait till the floods went down.

Monument Mountain

Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild
Mingled in harmony on Nature's face,
Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot
Fail not with weariness, for on their tops

Hymn Written For The Great Central Fair In Philadelphia, 1864

FATHER, send on Earth again
Peace and good-will to men;
Yet, while the weary track of life
Leads thy people through storm and strife,
Help us to walk therein.

A Revery

DEATH is a leveller; beauty and kings,

And conquerours, and all those glorious things,

Poem Read At The Dinner Given To The Author By The Medical Profession Of The City Of New York, April

Good was the dinner, better was the talk;
Some whispered, devious was the homeward walk;
The story came from some reporting spy,
They lie, those fellows, oh, how they do lie!
Not ours those foot-tracks in the new-fallen snow,
Poets and sages never zigzagged so!