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Home
© Madison Julius Cawein
Among the fields the camomile
Seems blown steam in the lightning's glare.
Unusual odors drench the air.
Night speaks above; the angry smile
Of storm within her stare.
How Thomas A Maid From A Dragon Released
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
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There's Standing Room Only
For Three Knights More!
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Hesperides
© Harry Kemp
Beyond the blue rim of the world,
Washed round with languid-lapsing seas,
Where the Wind's wings were ever furled
The Ancients dreamed Hesperides.
Habitations
© Hilaire Belloc
Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties,
And youth in Expectation. Youth is wise.
How It Happened
© James Whitcomb Riley
I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone--
And all her sisters married off, and none but her and John
Hymn Written Among The Alps
© Helen Maria Williams
CREATION'S GOD ! with thought elate,
Thy hand divine I see
Impressed on scenes, where all is great,
Where all is full of thee!
Home
© William Henry Drummond
"Oh! Mother the bells are ringing as never they rang before,
And banners aloft are flying, and open is every door,
While down in the streets are thousands of men I have never seen--
But friendly are all the faces--oh! Mother, what can it mean?"
Horses
© Edwin Muir
Those lumbering horses in the steady plough,
On the bare field - I wonder, why, just now,
They seemed terrible, so wild and strange,
Like magic power on the stony grange.
Homer's Hymn To The Sun
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once more
To the bright Sun, thy hymn of music pour;
Whom to the child of star-clad Heaven and Earth
Euryphaessa, large-eyed nymph, brought forth;
Hellbound Train
© Anonymous
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.
Hymn of the City
© William Cullen Bryant
Not in the solitude
Alone may man commune with heaven, or see
Only in savage wood
And sunny vale, the present Deity;
Or only hear his voice
Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice.
Humayun To Zobeida (From the Urdu)
© Sarojini Naidu
You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
Your sweetness in the nightingale, your white- ness in the swan.
Hongree and Mahry
© William Schwenck Gilbert
The sun was setting in its wonted west,
When HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,
Met MAHRY DAUBIGNY, the Village Rose,
Under the Wizard's Oak - old trysting-place
Of those who loved in rosy Aquitaine.
Harvest Moon
© Arthur Symons
Thoughtful luminous harvest moon, as I walk,
The rich and sumptuous night, the procession of trees
His Apologies
© Rudyard Kipling
Master, this is Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old.
He is mainly Head and Tummy. His legs are uncontrolled.
But Thou hast forgiven his ugliness, and settled him on Thy knee . . .
Art Thou content with Thy Servant? He is very comfy with Thee.
How many times these low feet staggered
© Emily Dickinson
How many times these low feet staggered --
Only the soldered mouth can tell --
Try -- can you stir the awful rivet --
Try -- can you lift the hasps of steel!
Here In This Land
© Karl Kraus
Here in this land no one gets ridicule
but he who tells the truth. He then must stand
defenseless and attract some smirking, cool
disdain. Nothing dishonors in this land.
He that is down needs fear no fall,
© John Bunyan
He that is down needs fear no fall,
He that is low no pride;
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide.
Home, Sweet Home
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
"It shall be a royal mansion,
A fair and beautiful thing,
It will be the presence-chamber
Of thy Saviour, Lord and King.
