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Streets

© Paul Verlaine

Above all else I loved her eyes,
More clear than stars of cloudless skies,
And arch and mischievous and wise.

The Vote (excerpt)

© Abraham Cowley

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This only grant me : that my means may lie

Twilight Calm

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Oh, pleasant eventide!
Clouds on the western side
Grow grey and greyer, hiding the warm sun:
The bees and birds, their happy labours done,
Seek their close nests and bide.

To The Memory Of The Right Honourable Lord Talbot, Late Chancellor Of Great Britain. Addressed To Hi

© James Thomson

While with the public, you, my Lord, lament

A friend and father lost; permit the muse,

The Death of Slavery

© William Cullen Bryant

O THOU great Wrong, that, through the slow-paced years,

Didst hold thy millions fettered, and didst wield

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - part 06

© Torquato Tasso

LXXXII

"Love hath Eustatio chosen, Fortune thee,

THE dame, indeed, the Gascon only jeered,
And e'er denied herself when he appeared;
But when she met the wight, who sought to shine;
And called her angel, beauteous and divine,
She fled and hastened to a female friend,
Where she could laugh, and at her ease unbend.

Thou Shalt Not Kill

© Kenneth Rexroth

Harry who didnt care at all?
Hart who went back to the sea?
Timor mortis conturbat me.

The Sea-Swallows

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

THIS FELL when Christmas lights were done,
Red rose leaves will never make wine;
But before the Easter lights begun;
The ways are sair fra the Till to the Tyne.

The Teacher Of Wisdom

© Oscar Wilde

From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfect
knowledge of God, and even while he was yet but a lad many of the
saints, as well as certain holy women who dwelt in the free city of
his birth, had been stirred to much wonder by the grave wisdom of
his answers.

Better Things

© George MacDonald

Better to smell the violet
Than sip the glowing wine;
Better to hearken to a brook
Than watch a diamond shine.

The Ancient Of Days

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

A child sits in a sunny place,

Too happy for a smile,

Mark Twain

© Edgar Albert Guest

MARK TWAIN is dead! No, no, that cannot be,
Say rather Clemens knows life's mystery,
Say rather Clemens has been called above,
But Twain still lives for all the world to love.

The Right Thing

Let others probe the mystery if they can.
Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will-
The right thing happens to the happy man.

Lost and Found

In a southern city lived a wealthy family;
In a southern city was the happy home
Of a father and mother and a little daughter.
In peace and contentment they lived alone.