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Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine
Bid every string awake.
A Brown Study
© Edith Nesbit
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip,
Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,
Lines To Mrs. St. Leger
© Frances Anne Kemble
O friend! my heart is sad: 'tis strange,
As I sit musing on the change
That has come o'er my fate, and cast
A longing look upon the past,
That pleasant time comes back again
So freshly to my heart and brain,
A Connachtman
© Padraic Colum
IT'S my fear that my wake won't be quiet,
Nor my wake house a silent place :
For who would keep back the hundreds
Who would touch my breast and my face?
John Smith
© Eugene Field
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be
With thinking of my home and friends across the tumbling sea;
On The Civil War On The East Coast Of The United States Of North America 1860-64
© Alan Dugan
Because of the unaccountable spirit of the troops
oh we were marched as we were never marched before
The Stick-Together Families
© Edgar Albert Guest
The stick-together families are happier by far
Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.
Quand-Meme
© John Hay
I strove, like Israel, with my youth,
And said, Till thou bestow
Upon my life Love's joy and truth,
I will not let thee go.
The Ghost - Book IV
© Charles Churchill
Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence
To something of exalted sense
The Ballad of Ben Hall's Gang
© Anonymous
Come all ye wild colonials And listen to my tale;
A story of bushrangers' deeds I will to you unveil.
'Tis of those gallant heroes, Game fighters one and all;
And we'll sit and sing, Long Live the King,
Dunn,Gilbert, and Ben Hall.
L'Envoi
© Mathilde Blind
Thou art the goal for which my spirit longs;
As dove on dove,
Bound for one home, I send thee all my songs
With all my love.
Peruvian Tales: Aciloe, Tale V
© Helen Maria Williams
Character of ZAMOR , a bard-His passion for ACILOE , daughter of the Cazique who rules the valley-The Peruvian tribe prepare to defend themselves-A battle-The PERUVIANS are vanquished-ACILOE'S father is made a prisoner, and ZAMOR is supposed to have fallen in the engagement-ALPHONSO becomes enamoured of ACILOE -Offers to marry her-She rejects him-In revenge he puts her father to the torture-She appears to consent, in order to save him-Meets ZAMOR in a wood-LAS CASAS joins them-Leads the two lovers to ALPHONSO , and obtains their freedom-ZAMOR conducts ACILOE and her father to Chili-A reflection on the influence of Poetry over the human mind.
Tom Van Arden
© James Whitcomb Riley
When our souls are cramped with youth
Happiness seems far away
In the future, while, in truth,
Poem Read At The Dinner Given To The Author By The Medical Profession Of The City Of New York, April
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Good was the dinner, better was the talk;
Some whispered, devious was the homeward walk;
The story came from some reporting spy,
They lie, those fellows, oh, how they do lie!
Not ours those foot-tracks in the new-fallen snow,
Poets and sages never zigzagged so!
Apollo's Edict.
© Mary Barber
No Simile shall be begun
With rising, or with setting Sun;
And let the secret Head of Nile
Be ever banish'd from your Isle.
The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.
Experience
© Hugo von Hofmannsthal
The valley of dusk was filled
With a silver-grey fragrance, like the moon
