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Malham Cove

© Robert Laurence Binyon

There is threat in the wind, and a murmur
of water that swells
Swift in the hollow: about me
a shadow is thrown;

A Father's Thoughts

© Edgar Albert Guest

Because I am his father, they

Expect me to put grief away;

Beauty Rothraut (From Moricke)

© George Meredith

What is the name of King Ringang's daughter?

Rohtraut, Beauty Rohtraut!

The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - Ara Of The Saints

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Hearing how blessed Enda lived apart,
Amid the sacred caves of Ara-mhor,
And how beneath his eye, spread like a chart,
Lay all the isles of that remotest shore;

The Dance To Death. Act II

© Emma Lazarus

LANDGRAVE.
Who tells thee of my son's love for the Jewess?

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - February

© George MacDonald

1.

I TO myself have neither power nor worth,

Lincoln, 1809--February 12, 1909

© Madison Julius Cawein

Yea, this is he, whose name is synonym

Of all that's noble, though but lowly born;

Hermann And Dorothea - IX. Urania

O YE Muses, who gladly favour a love that is heartfelt,
Who on his way the excellent youth have hitherto guided,
Who have press'd the maid to his bosom before their betrothal,
Help still further to perfect the bonds of a couple so loving,
Drive away the clouds which over their happiness hover!
But begin by saying what now in the house has been passing.

Bomb

© Gregory Corso

Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb

Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you

The Bay Of Seven Islands

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The skipper sailed out of the harbor mouth,
Leaving the apple-bloom of the South
For the ice of the Eastern seas,
In his fishing schooner Breeze.

Behind the Closed Eye

© Francis Ledwidge

I walk the old frequented ways
That wind around the tangled braes,
I live again the sunny days
Ere I the city knew.

Joy

© Edgar Albert Guest

I never knew the joy of getting home,

I never knew how fast a heart could beat;

The Lord of the Isles: Canto I.

© Sir Walter Scott

Here pause we, gentles, for a space;
And, if our tale hath won your grace,
Grant us brief patience, and again
We will renew the minstrel strain.

A Ballade Of Home

© Enid Derham

Princes and lords of high degree,
Smile, and we fling you scorn for scorn,
In hope and faith and memory
I love the land where I was born.

Seringapatam

"The sleep that Tippoo Sahib sleeps

Heeds not the cry of man;

Cuckoo In The Pear-Tree

The Cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree,
Cuckoo!
Raining or snowing, nought cared he.
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, nought cared he.

The Dying Slave

Faint-gazing on the burning orb of day,

When Afric's injured son expiring lay,

Fuer Wen Ich Singe

Ich singe nicht fuer kleine Knaben,
Die voller Stolz zur Schule gehn,
Und den Ovid in Haenden haben,
Den ihre Lehrer nicht verstehn.

Reminiscence

Recalling long ago. And she will hop
The inches of her crib, this narrow shop,
When you step in to be her customer:
A bird of little worth, a sparrow, say,
Whose crib's in such neglected passageway
That one's left wondering who brings crumbs to her.

The Convict

By the warm road--side, where chestnut and thorn
The brightness shaded, supine, at ease,
A felon, freed that morn,
Lay idle, and wondered, gazing up through the trees.