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The Princess And The Goblins

© Sylvia Plath

From fabrication springs the spiral stair
up which the wakeful princess climbs to find
the source of blanching light that conjured her

To The Lord Falkland

© Abraham Cowley

FOR HIS SAFE RETURN FROM THE NORTHERN

EXPEDITION AGAINST THE SCOTS.

The Three Kings. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)

Three Kings came riding from far away,
Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;
Three Wise Men out of the East were they,
And they travelled by night and they slept by day,
For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.

The White Vigil

© Madison Julius Cawein

Last night I dreamed I saw you lying dead,
And by your sheeted form stood all alone:
Frail as a flow'r you lay upon your bed,
And on your still face, through the casement, shone
The moon, as lingering to kiss you there
Fall'n asleep, white violets in your hair.

The White Bird

© Lola Ridge

Ah, what a mighty destiny shall be yours,
Should you persuade her
The Unconstrainable One
Who has slid out of the arms of so many lovers,
Leaving'not'a feather in their hands!

Life and Death

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I fear thee not, O Death! nay, oft I pine

To clasp thy passionless bosom to mine own,

The Gift Of Play

© Edgar Albert Guest

Some have the gift of song and some possess the gift of silver speech,

Some have the gift of leadership and some the ways of life can teach.

Longing

© George MacDonald

My heart is full of inarticulate pain,
And beats laborious. Cold ungenial looks
Invade my sanctuary. Men of gain,
Wise in success, well-read in feeble books,
No nigher come, I pray: your air is drear;
'Tis winter and low skies when ye appear.

Delight In God Only

© Francis Quarles

I love (and have some cause to love) the earth;
She is my Maker's creature, therefore good:
She is my mother, for she gave me birth;
She is my tender nurse; she gives me food;
But what's a creature, Lord, compared with Thee?
Or what's my mother, or my nurse to me?

The "Titanic"

© Katharine Lee Bates

As she sped from dawn to gloaming, a palace upon the sea,

Did the waves from her proud bows foaming whisper what port should be?

The Golden Age

© Alfred Austin

Nor this the worst! When ripened Shame would hide
Fruits of that hour when Passion conquered Pride,
There are not wanting in this Christian land
The breast remorseless and the Thuggish hand,
To advertise the dens where Death is sold,
And quench the breath of baby-life for gold!

Lines Written As A School Exercise At Hawkshead, Anno Aetatis 14

© William Wordsworth

"AND has the Sun his flaming chariot driven
Two hundred times around the ring of heaven,
Since Science first, with all her sacred train,
Beneath yon roof began her heavenly reign?

Niobe

© Robert Laurence Binyon

``Zeus, and ye Gods, that rule in heaven above,
Is there naught holy, or to your hard hearts dear?
Have ye forgotten utterly to love,
Or to be kind, in that untroubled sphere?
If aught ye cherish, still by that I pray,
Destroy the life that ye have cursed this day!

Arabian Night's Entertainments

© William Ernest Henley

Once on a time

There was a little boy: a master-mage

Gotham - Book I

Far off (no matter whether east or west,

A real country, or one made in jest,

Mooni

AH, to be by Mooni now!

Where the great dark hills of wonder,

First Sight of The Sea

I do remember how, when very young,

I saw the great sea first, and heard its swell

Rain

Rain, with its many wrinkles, the long rain
With its grey nails, and with its watery mane;
The long rain of these lands of long ago,
The rain, eternal in its torpid flow!

A Kentish Garden

© Edith Nesbit

THERE is a grey-walled garden, far away
From noise and smoke of cities, where the hours
Pass with soft wings among the happy flowers,
And lovely leisure blossoms every day.