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Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 04 - Folly Of The Fear Of Death
© Lucretius
Therefore death to us
Is nothing, nor concerns us in the least,
When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When the cows come home the milk is coming,
Honey's made while the bees are humming;
When the Leaves Fall
© James Brunton Stephens
WHEN the leaves fall off the trees
Everybody walks on them :
Once they had a time of ease
High above, and every breeze
Used to stay and talk to them.
A Pastoral in Three Parts
© John Cunningham
Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive where she prates at night:
And the lark to meet the morn,
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.
The Night
© Ada Cambridge
Watchman, what of the night?
See you a streak of light?
Whither, O Captain of the quest,
The course we steer for Port of Rest?
Gleaners Of Fame
© Alfred Austin
Hearken not, friend, for the resounding din
That did the Poet's verses once acclaim:
Alfred. Book VI.
© Henry James Pye
But when he views, along the tented field,
With trailing banner, and inverted shield,
Young Donald, borne by Scotia's weeping bands,
In deeper woe the generous hero stands.
The Bear-Story
© James Whitcomb Riley
THAT ALEX "IST MAKED UP HIS-OWN-SE'F"
W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out
Making The House A Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
Here's our story, page by page,
Happy youth and middle-age,
Across The fields
© Hermann Hesse
Across the sky, the clouds move,
Across the fields, the wind,
Across the fields the lost child
Of my mother wanders.
The Kneisel Quartet
© John Jay Chapman
HAPPY the man who with steadfast devotion
Walks through the turmoil where passions are rife,
Feeding one flame of enduring emotion,
Bearing unshattered the urn of his life.
Sonnet LV: Stillborn Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The hour which might have been yet might not be,
Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Love's Perversity
The Little Woman
© Edgar Albert Guest
The little woman, to her I bow
And doff my hat as I pass her by;
To The South
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now,
Who bearest, unashamed, upon my brow
The long kiss of the loving tropic sun,
And yet, whose veins with thy red current run.
The Biglow Papers
© James Russell Lowell
Thrash away, you'll _hev_ to rattle
On them kittle-drums o' yourn,--
Pan Beniowski - Final Part Of Canto Five
© Juliusz Slowacki
Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish,
Coiling up and down like an iron serpent
Urvashi -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
From the time without a beginning
To the whole world
You have been an object of desire
O fair Urvashi without compare!
