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To Mr. Dryden

© Joseph Addison

How long, great Poet, shall thy sacred lays

Provoke our wonder, and transcend our praise?

The Fox Hunt

© William Henry Drummond

I'm all bus' up, for a mont' or two,

On account of de wife I got,

Jeanne Bras

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Her ghost it still walks through the dark hours of night,
She sighs with the grief of the wind;
She holds in her hand a wax taper all white;
She seeks what she never will find.

A Ballad of the Wise Men

© Margaret Widdemer

The Christ-Child lay in Bethlehem

And the Wise Men gave Him gold,

An Extempore

© John Keats

When they were come into Faery's Court
They rang -- no one at home -- all gone to sport
And dance and kiss and love as faerys do
For Faries be as human lovers true --

Dialogue Between Ghost And Priest

In the rectory garden on his evening walk
Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was
In black November. After a sliding rain
Dew stood in chill sweat on each stalk,
Each thorn; spiring from wet earth, a blue haze
Hung caught in dark-webbed branches like a fabulous heron.

The Heart: Two Sonnets

© Francis Thompson

I

The heart you hold too small and local thing,

Forgotten Dead, I Salute You

© Muriel Stuart

Dawn has flashed up the startled skies,

Night has gone out beneath the hill

The Shipwreck

© Harry Kemp

Men stood like dolls about the seething deck;

White as the foam their faces shone, whose fleck

Hoffer

© William Wordsworth

OF mortal parents is the Hero born
By whom the undaunted Tyrolese are led?
Or is it Tell's great Spirit, from the dead
Returned to animate an age forlorn?

Mimnermus in Church

© William Johnson Cory

YOU promise heavens free from strife,
Pure truth, and perfect change of will;
But sweet, sweet is this human life,
So sweet, I fain would breathe it still;
Your chilly stars I can forgo,
This warm kind world is all I know.

Ode to W. Kitchener, M.D.

© Thomas Hood

Author of The Cook's Oracle, Observations on Vocal Music, The Art of Invigorating and Prolonging Life, Practical Observations on Telescopes, Opera-Glasses, and Spectacles, The Housekeeper's Ledger and The Pleasure of Making a Will.
"I rule the roast, as Milton says!"Caleb Quotem.

Oh! multifarious man!

Good Tidings; Or News From The Farm

© Robert Bloomfield

Where's the Blind Child, so admirably fair,

With guileless dimples, and with flaxen hair

Glorous Heart

Swift and straight as homing dove,
Heedless, so its flight be flown,
All the full stream of thy love,
Love that knows no mortal bounding,

Sonnet VI

I CAST this sorrow from me like a crown
Of bitter nettles, and unwholesome weeds,
Nursed by cold night-dews, from malignant seeds,
Ill Fortune sowed, when all the heaven did frown;