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Eavesdropper
© Sylvia Plath
Your brother will trim my hedges!
They darken your house,
Nosy grower,
Mole on my shoulder,
The Creole Girl; Or, The Physicians Story
© Caroline Norton
SHE came to England from the island clime
Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave;
She died in early youth--before her time--
"Peace to her broken heart, and virgin grave!"
II.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto IV.
© George Gordon Byron
I.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
The Evening Of The Holiday
© Giacomo Leopardi
The night is mild and clear, and without wind,
And o'er the roofs, and o'er the gardens round
His Epitaph
© William Henry Ogilvie
On a little old bush racecourse at the back of No Mans Land,
Where the mulgas mark the furlongs and a dead log marks the stand,
The Palace of Art
© Alfred Tennyson
And "while the world runs round and round," I said,
"Reign thou apart, a quiet king,
Still as, while Saturn whirls, his steadfast shade
Sleeps on his luminous ring."
Of The Spouse Of Christ
© John Bunyan
Who's this that cometh from the wilderness,
Like smokey pillars thus perfum'd with myrrh,
The Hero
© Siegfried Sassoon
'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the mother said,
And folded up the letter that she'd read.
'The Colonel writes so nicely.' Something broke
In the tired voice that quavered to a choke.
She half looked up. 'We mothers are so proud
Of our dead soldiers.' Then her face was bowed.
"The Laurels"
© John Greenleaf Whittier
FROM these wild rocks I look to-day
O'er leagues of dancing waves, and see
The far, low coast-line stretch away
To where our river meets the sea.
The Merrimac
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Stream of my fathers! sweetly still
The sunset rays thy valley fill;
On Easter Day
© Oscar Wilde
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
Fitz Adam's Story
© James Russell Lowell
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tell
Was one whom men, before they thought, loved well,
Compensation
© Edith Nesbit
LADY, I see you every day--
More than your other lovers do;
I sit beside you at the Play,
And in the Park I ride with you.
"Mary At The Cross"
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
O wondrous mother! since the dawn of time
Was ever love, was ever grief, like thine?
O highly favored in thy joy's deep flow,
And favored, even in this, thy bitterest woe!
Purgatorio (English)
© Dante Alighieri
To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
The little vessel of my genius now,
That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;
Country Life:to His Brother, Mr Thomas Herrick
© Robert Herrick
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou,
In thy both last and better vow;
Twilight
© Caroline Norton
When the mournful Jewish mother
Laid her infant down to rest,
In doubt, and fear, and sorrow,
On the water's changeful breast;
