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Spring Has Come
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE sunbeams, lost for half a year,
Slant through my pane their morning rays;
For dry northwesters cold and clear,
The east blows in its thin blue haze.
You'll Tell Her, Won't You?
© Anonymous
You'll tell her, won't you? Say to her I died
As a brave soldier should - true to the last;
The Elms
© Aldous Huxley
For a while only. Rooted strong and fast,
Soon will they lift towards the summer sky
Their mountain-mass of clotted greenery.
Their immaterial season quickly past,
They grow opaque, and therefore needs must die,
Since every earth to earth returns at last.
Starlings On The Roof
© Thomas Hardy
'No smoke spreads out of this chimney-pot,
The people who lived here have left the spot,
And others are coming who knew them not.
A Child-Savior
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
(A True Story)
SHE stood beside the iron road,
A little child of ten years old.
She heard two meeting thunders rolled
Amours De Voyage, Canto III
© Arthur Hugh Clough
- domus Albuneae resonantis,
Et praeceps Anio, et Tibuni lucus, et uda
Mobilibus pomaria rivis
"I found an orchid in the valley fair"
© Lesbia Harford
I found an orchid in the valley fair,
And named it for us both,
And left it there.
Two flowers upon one stem, white-souled, alone.
I couldn't pull them up,
And bring them home.
Luther Benson
© James Whitcomb Riley
AFTER READING HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY
POOR victim of that vulture curse
The Night Of Trafalgar
© Thomas Hardy
In the wild October night-time, when the wind raved round the
land,
A Wife Bemoans Her Husband's Absence
© Confucius
So full am I of anxious thought,
Though all the morn king-grass I've sought,
To fill my arms I fail.
Like wisp all-tangled is my hair!
To wash it let me home repair.
My lord soon may I hail!
Lieutenant-Colonel Flare
© William Schwenck Gilbert
The earth has armies plenty,
And semi-warlike bands,
The Library
© George Crabbe
When the sad soul, by care and grief oppress'd,
Looks round the world, but looks in vain for rest;
The Testament of John Lydgate - Excerpt
© John Lydgate
Beholde, o man! lyft up thyn eye and see
What mortall peyne I suffre for thi trespace.
The People's Fleet
© Alfred Noyes
OUT of her darkened fishing-ports they go,
A fleet of little ships, whose every name -
Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose and Surf and Snow,
Bums in this blackness like an altar-flame;
Greek Religion
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Thou art become, oh Echo! a voice, an inanimate image;
Where is the palest of maids, dark--tressed, darkwreathèd with ivy,
Who with her lips half--opened, and gazes of beautiful wonder,
Quickly repeated the words that burst on her lonely recesses,
Low in a love--lorn tone, too deep--distracted to answer?
Quee, Quee!
© Louisa May Alcott
"Quee, quee!
Wait and see:
You were good to me;
So here I come,
From my little home,
To help you willingly,"
To The Cricket
© Archibald Lampman
Didst thou not tease and fret me to and fro,
Sweet spirit of this summer-circled field,
On The Death Of Damon. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Ye Nymphs of Himera (for ye have shed
Erewhile for Daphnis and for Hylas dead,
