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The Home

© Rabindranath Tagore

I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was

hiding its last gold like a miser.

SILENCE: the sunset gilds the frozen ground,
But here within all's curtained; stands are set
In the wide salon where gilt chairs abound,
And eager listeners wait. The band is met
Whose tuning sheds a cheerful hum around:
Prophetic notes! The tapers brighten at the sound.

Song

© Francis Scott Key

WHEN the warrior returns, from the battle afar,

Words In The Night

© George MacDonald

I woke at midnight, and my heart,

My beating heart, said this to me:

The Mask Of Anarchy

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea,
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.

Rosamund

© Jean Ingelow

I dwell where England narrows running north;
And while our hay was cut came rumours up
Humming and swarming round our heads like bees:

Beauty: [Notes for an unfinished poem]

© Wilfred Owen

The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,
Is that which pleases us, says Kant,
Without a thought of interest or advantage.

The Dead House

© James Russell Lowell

Here once my step was quickened,
Here beckoned the opening door,
And welcome thrilled from the threshold
To the foot it had known before.

Homecoming

© Paul Celan

Snowfall, denser and denser,
dove-coloured as yesterday,
snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.

Crows

© Padraic Colum

THEN, suddenly, I was aware indeed
Of what he said, and was revolving it:
How, in the night, crows often take to wing,
Rising from off the tree-tops in Drumbarr,
And flying on: I pictured what he told.

Sacred Gipsy Carol - Prologue

© John Kenyon

FIRST GIPSY. But still at the end of the vital line
A secret untold remains to divine.
Give again, sweet Babe! thy palm to spell,
And a charming secret we can tell.
But, first, the tester we must hold;
Without it, nothing can be told.

Cadet Grey - Canto II

© Francis Bret Harte

I

Where West Point crouches, and with lifted shield

Lydd

For the Reunion of the Bates Family at Quincy, August 3, 1916

FAR away on the sunny levels

Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto III

Quoth RALPHO, Truly that is no
Hard matter for a man to do,
That has but any guts in 's brains,
And cou'd believe it worth his pains;
But since you dare and urge me to it,
You'll find I've light enough to do it.

Iris By Night

© Robert Frost

One misty evening, one another's guide,

We two were groping down a Malvern side

Guy Of The Temple

© John Hay

Night hangs above the valley; dies the day
In peace, casting his last glance on my cross,
And warns me to my prayers. _Ave Maria!
Mother of God! the evening fades
On wave and hill and lea_,

Of all the fairest Cities of the Earth
None is so fair as Florence. 'Tis a gem
Of purest ray; and what a light broke forth,
When it emerged from darkness! Search within,