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St. Peter's Day
© John Keble
Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved,
Watch by Thine own forgiven friend;
In sharpest perils faithful proved,
Let his soul love Thee to the end.
A Poets Eightieth Birthday
© Alfred Austin
``He dieth young whom the Gods love,'' was said
By Greek Menander; nor alone by One
Joys of Spring
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
The climbing sun again was wakening the world
And laughing at the wreck of frigid winter's trade.
Your Flaw
© Karl Kraus
That flaw of yours, that vent - I love it, dear;
its part of you
and ranks with me among your finest features.
When I find out that others have it too,
I look for it and almost see you near
and love all similarly wanting creatures.
The Simple Toilers
© Edgar Albert Guest
JUST to do the little things
And do them well from day to day,
The Indian City
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
What deep wounds ever clos'd without a scar?
The heart's bleed longest, and but heal to wear
That which disfigures it.
Childe Harold
Souvenir De La Nuit Du 4 (Memory Of The Night Of The 4th)
© Victor Marie Hugo
L'enfant avait reçu deux balles dans la tête.
Le logis était propre, humble, paisible, honnête ;
Clinging Back
© Henry Lawson
When you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and free,
Suit of saddle tweed and soft shirt, and a belt and cabbagetree,
Of Hell And The Estate of Those Who Perish
© John Bunyan
hus, having show'd you what I see
Of heaven, I now will tell
You also, after search, what be
The damned wights of hell.
"I'd love to have you on a rainy day"
© Lesbia Harford
I'd love to have you on a rainy day
Tucked in a chair, my head against your knee
To sit and dream with. Sometime you must be
My home-sharer whom rain can't keep away.
Don Juan: Canto The Eleventh
© George Gordon Byron
When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,'
And proved it--'twas no matter what he said:
Georgic 1
© Publius Vergilius Maro
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star
Maecenas, it is meet to turn the sod
Sonnet XX
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
When in the widening circle of rebirth
To a new flesh my travelled soul shall come,
The Pillar of the Cloud
© John Henry Newman
Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home -
Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene, - one step enough for me.
The Song Of Hiawatha IV: Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Out of childhood into manhood
Now had grown my Hiawatha,
The Hotel
© Harriet Monroe
The long resounding marble corridors, the
shining parlors with shining women in
