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To Jane: The Recollection

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Now the last day of many days,
All beautiful and bright as thou,
The loveliest and the last, is dead,

A Message Of Jeff Davis In Secret Session

© James Russell Lowell

I sent you a messige, my friens, t'other day,

To tell you I'd nothin' pertickler to say:

Love

© Jones Very

I asked of Time to tell me where was Love;

He pointed to her foot-steps on the snow,

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto I.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Preludes.

I The Impossibility

(ll. 918-924) And unto Eve God spake in wrath: "Turn thee from
joy! Thou shalt live under man's dominion, sore smitten with
fear before him. With bitter sorrow shalt thou expiate thy sin,
waiting for death, bringing forth sons and daughters in the world
with grief and tears and lamentation."

Don Juan: Canto The Twelfth

© George Gordon Byron

Of all the barbarous middle ages, that

Which is most barbarous is the middle age

The Parting Song

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

THE noon of summer sheds its ray
On Harvard's holy ground;
The Matron calls, the sons obey,
And gather smiling round.

Ode To Joy

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Chorus.
Be embracd, ye millions yonder!
Take this kiss throughout the world!
Brothersoer the stars unfurld
Must reside a loving Father.}

My Room

© George MacDonald

But when, sinking slow, the sun
Leaves the glowing curtain dun,
I, of prophet-insight reft,
Shall be dull and dreamless left;
I must hasten proof on proof,
Weaving in the warp my woof!

Uncle Joe's Hail Columbia

© Henry Clay Work

Ring de Bells in eb'ry steeple!
Raise the Flag on high!
De Lord has come to Sabe the people -
Now let me die.

The Kalevala - Rune III

© Elias Lönnrot

WAINAMOINEN AND YOUKAHAINEN.

May-Day, 1837

I.
MAY-DAY is come!--While yet the unwillng Spring
Checks with capricious frown the opening year,
Onward, where bleak winds have been whispering,

Tale XII

'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE.

'Squire Thomas flatter'd long a wealthy Aunt,

Recollections

Ah! summer time, sweet summer scene,
When all the golden days,
Linked hand-in-hand, like moonlit fays,
Danced o'er the deepening green.

The Borough. Letter XXIV: Schools

pride, -
Their room, the sty in which th' assembly meet,
In the close lane behind the Northgate-street;
T'observe his vain attempts to keep the peace,
Till tolls the bell, and strife and troubles cease,