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Christmas

© Julia A Moore

Hail the coming holiday,

With a hearty joyous feast,

A Christmas Carol

© Alfred Austin

Hark! In the air, around, above,
The Angelic Music soars and swells,
And, in the Garden that I love,
I hear the sound of Christmas Bells.

The Human Sacrifice

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I.
FAR from his close and noisome cell,
By grassy lane and sunny stream,
Blown clover field and strawberry dell,

Thora

© Celia Thaxter

Come under my cloak, my darling!
Thou little Norwegian main!
Nor wind, nor rain, nor rolling sea
Shall chill or make thee afraid.

Morning

© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov

You're unhappy, sick at heart:
Oh, I know it-here such sickness isn't rare.
Nature can but mirror
The surrounding poverty.

I'm haulin' twenty tons of freight into New York state
Started thinkin' bout Mary Jane
She lived over the hill I had an hour to kill I thought I'd get in out of the rain
Oh my she looked so fine had a bottle of wine

Cyder: Book II

© John Arthur Phillips

Sometimes thou shalt with fervent Vows implore
A moderate Wind; the Orchat loves to wave
With Winter-Winds, before the Gems exert
Their feeble Heads; the loosen'd Roots then drink
Large Increment, Earnest of happy Years.

The Prayer on the Pier

© Henry Clay Work

Proudly foats the ocean steamer,-

Throngs aboard and on the pier;

The Days When We Were Young

© Henry Clay Work

Sister! Sister! don't you remember

The days when we were young?

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

On fair Loch-Ranza stream'd the early day,

An Evening

© Dora Wilcox

TO break the stillness of the hour

There is no sound, no voice, no stir;

Astronomy

© John Kenyon

Lucinda! Lucinda! why all this abstraction?

May astronomy hold no communion with mirth?

Write by Return

© Henry Lawson

CLERK, corresponding,

Rooster and Comb,

© John Logan

Harriet
I fear to go--I dare not stay.
Look back.--I dare not look that way.

I have not any fearful tale to tell

Of fabled giant or of dragon-claw,

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd

© Walt Whitman

When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomd,
And the great star early droopd in the western sky in the night,
I mourndand yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.