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Rosamond's Song Of Hope

© Robert Bloomfield

Sweet Hope, so oft my childhood's friend,
I will believe thee still,
For thou canst joy with sorrow blend,
Where grief alone would kill.

Joys Within Reach

© Edgar Albert Guest

You needn't be rich to be happy,

You needn't be famous to smile;

The ghost Bereft

© Edith Nesbit

Thin cowered the hedges, the tall trees swayed
Like little children that shrank afraid.

Sonnett - XIV

© James Russell Lowell

ON READING WORDSWORTH'S SONNETS IN DEFENCE OF CAPITAL PUNISHMENT

As the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth,

An Autumn Sonnet

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

These little presents of your tenderness,
Although less grand a gift than was your love,
Are dear to me in this October stress
Of wind and war and whirling leaves above.

A Harvest Scene

© Gilbert White

Wak'd by the gentle gleamings of the morn,

Soon clad, the reaper, provident of want

Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem

"With such remorseless speed still come new woes,
That unbelief has not a space to breathe.
Saturn! sleep on: me thoughtless, why should I
Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude?
Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes?
Saturn! sleep on, while at thy feet I weep."

The Departure of Summer

© Thomas Hood

Summer is gone on swallows' wings,
And Earth has buried all her flowers:
No more the lark,the linnetsings,
But Silence sits in faded bowers.

The Welcome tent

© Henry Van Dyke

This is the thanksgiving of the weary,

The song of him that is ready to rest.

Idyll XXVII. A Countryman's Wooing

© Theocritus

Thus interchanging whispered talk the pair,
Their faces all aglow, long lingered there.
At length the hour arrived when they must part.
With downcast eyes, but sunshine in her heart,
She went to tend her flock; while Daphnis ran
Back to his herded bulls, a happy man.

Vision of Columbus Book 2

© Joel Barlow

High o'er the changing scene, as thus he gazed,

The indulgent Power his arm sublimely raised;

The Lady Of La Garaye - Part IV

© Caroline Norton

Not vacant in the day of which I write!
Then rose thy pillared columns fair and white;
Then floated out the odorous pleasant scent
Of cultured shrubs and flowers together blent,
And o'er the trim-kept gravel's tawny hue
Warm fell the shadows and the brightness too.

The Conversation. A Tale

It always has been a thought discreet
To know the company you meet;
And sure there may be secret danger
In talking much before a stranger.
Agreed: what then? Then drink your ale;
I'll pledge you, and repeat my tale.

The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Fifth Dialogue=.

Of those, oh gentle Dames, who with closed urn,
Present themselves, whose hearts are pierced
Not for a fault by nature caused,
But through a cruel fate,
That in a living death,
Does hold them fast, we each and all are blind.

Epigrams

'Tis human fortune's happiest height to be
A spirit melodious, lucid, poised, and whole;
Second in order of felicity
I hold it, to have walk'd with such a soul.