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Song of the Innocents
© George MacDonald
Merry, merry we well may be,
For Jesus Christ is come down to see:
Pain
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Find me out a fortress, find
Such a mind within the mind
As can gather to its source
All of life's inveterate force,
Go Work in My Vineyard
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
The hands whose touch sent thrills of joy
Through nerves unstrung and palsied rame,
The feet that travelled for our need,
Were nailed unto the cross of shame.
The Task: Book VI. -- The Winter Walk at Noon
© William Cowper
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
And as the mind is pitchd the ear is pleased
The Voyage
© Alice Guerin Crist
We planned a glorious voyage, my Captain bold and I,
To sail in bliss on summer seas while halcyon days went by;
And underneath a speckless sky in a little dancing breeze,
We decked our craft with roses, and launched it on the seas.
Evangeline: Part The First. I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,
Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pré
Count Gismond--Aix in Provence
© Robert Browning
I thought they loved me, did me grace
To please themselves; 't was all their deed;
God makes, or fair or foul, our face;
If showing mine so caused to bleed
My cousins' hearts, they should have dropped
A word, and straight the play had stopped.
The Virtuous Manners Of The Young Women
© Confucius
High and compressed, the Southern trees
No shelter from the sun afford.
The Fisher Child's Lullaby
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THE wind is out in its rage to-night,
And your father is far at sea.
Over The Water
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Think of it, think of it over the water
Thousands of men to-day march on to death,
Think how the sun shines on fields red with slaughter-
How the air chokes, with the cannon's hot breath.
Sunset Wings
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
TO-NIGHT this sunset spreads two golden wings
Cleaving the western sky;
Love
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Ricky was "L" but he's home with the flu,
Lizzie, our "O," had some homework to do,
Mitchell, "E" prob'ly got lost on the way,
So I'm all of love that could make it today.
Home-Sick
© Ada Cambridge
O time, great Healer! canst thou still
The crying hearts that feel the knife?
The Burial
© Thomas Osborne Davis
"_Ululu! ululu!_ high on the wind,
There's a home for the slave where no fetters can bind.
Woe, woe to his slayers!"--comes wildly along,
With the trampling of feet and the funeral song.
Aeneid
© Virgil
THE ARGUMENT.- Turnus takes advantage of AEneas's absence,
fires some of his ships (which are transformed into sea nymphs),
and assaults his camp. The Trojans, reduc'd to the last extremities,
send Nisus and Euryalus to recall AEneas; which furnishes the
poet with that admirable episode of their friendship, generosity, and
the conclusion of their adventures.
'Look At The Clock!' : Patty Morgan The Milkmaid's Story
© Richard Harris Barham
And 'still on each evening when pleasure fills up,'
At the old Goat-in-Boots, with Metheglin, each cup,
Mr Pryce, if he's there,
Will get into 'the Chair,'
Hymn XXX: Where Shall My Wondering Soul Begin?
© Charles Wesley
Where shall my wondering soul begin?
How shall I all to heaven aspire?
A slave redeemed from death and sin,
A brand plucked from eternal fire,
How shall I equal triumphs raise,
Or sing my great Deliverer's praise?
