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Hymn XX: Weary Souls, that Wander Wide
© Charles Wesley
Weary souls, that wander wide
From the central point of bliss,
Turn to Jesus crucified,
Fly to those dear wounds of his:
Sink into the purple flood;
Rise into the life of God!
To The Fair
© Anonymous
This morning I sat by a maid,
And clasped her hand whiter than snow,
And I thought that an angel had strayed
From her home to make heaven below!
The Clearer Self
© Archibald Lampman
Before me grew the human soul,
And after I am dead and gone,
Through grades of effort and control
The marvellous work shall still go on.
O My Lord, Your Dwelling Places Are Lovely
© Yehudah HaLevi
O My Lord, Your dwelling places are lovely
Your Presence is manifest, not in mystery.
Hiram H. Benner
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHEN the war-drums beat and the trumpets blare,
When banners flaunt in the stormy air,
When at thought of the deeds that must soon be done,
The hearts of a thousand leap up as one,
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Prelude; The Wayside Inn
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
One Autumn night, in Sudbury town,
Across the meadows bare and brown,
The windows of the wayside inn
Gleamed red with fire-light through the leaves
Of woodbine, hanging from the eaves
Their crimson curtains rent and thin.
The Kings Prophecie
© Joseph Hall
What Stoick could his steely brest containe
(If Zeno self, or who were made beside
Of tougher mold) from being torne in twaine
With the crosse Passions of this wondrous tide?
Grief at ELIZAES toomb, orecomne anone
With greater ioy at her succeeded throne?
Meetings
© Katharine Tynan
As up and down I fare by road and street
The mothers of our men-at-arms I meet
Who die for mine and me,
That we go safe and free,
Sit in the sun, sleep soft and find life sweet.
The Bard of Furthest Out
© Henry Lawson
HE LONGED to be a Back-Blocks Bard,
And fame he wished to win
Olney Hymn 25: Jehovah Jesus
© William Cowper
My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to His abode;
Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,
The great Supreme, the mighty God.
The Golden Legend: IV. The Road To Hirschau
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
_Elsie._ Onward and onward the highway runs
to the distant city, impatiently bearing
Tidings of human joy and disaster, of love and of
hate, of doing and daring!
Nature
© Jones Very
The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by,
Because my feet find measure with its call;
Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So?
© William Ernest Henley
Why, my heart, do we love her so?
(Geraldine, Geraldine!)
Some Account Of A New Play
© Richard Harris Barham
Tavistock Hotel, Nov. 1839.
Dear Charles,
- In reply to your letter, and Fanny's,
Lord Brougham, it appears, isn't dead,- though Queen Anne is;
'Twas a 'plot' and a 'farce'- you hate farces, you say -
Take another 'plot,' then, viz. the plot of a Play.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 02 - Atomic Motions
© Lucretius
Now come: I will untangle for thy steps
Now by what motions the begetting bodies
The Nativity Of The Blessed Virgin Mary
© Alessandro Manzoni
O'er the hills of the country, a went climbing one day,
In the stillness a Nazarene carpenter's bride,
A visit, unseen, to the cottage to pay
Of a happy old wife in first pregnancy's pride.
Don Juan: Canto The Fourth
© George Gordon Byron
Nothing so difficult as a beginning
In poesy, unless perhaps the end;
The Keeper of Sheep (Excepts)
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
But my sadness is calm
Because it is natural and right
And is what there should be in the soul
When it is thinking it exists
And the hands are picking flowers without noticing
which.
