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Thoughts Of Christmas-Day In India
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
IT is Christmas, and the sunshine
Lies golden on the fields,
And flowers of white and purple
Yonder fragrant creeper yields.
Businesse
© George Herbert
Rivers run, and springs each one
Know their home, and get them gone:
Hast thou tears, or hast thou none?
Twickenham Garden
© John Donne
BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Hither I come to seek the spring,
Vision Of Columbus - Book 9
© Joel Barlow
Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,
Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.
A Vision upon the Fairy Queen
© Sir Walter Raleigh
Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay,
Within that temple where the vestal flame
Rachel
© Anna Akhmatova
When Jacob and Rachel met for the first time,
He bowed to her like a humble wayfarer.
The herds were raising hot dust to the skies,
The little well's mouth was covered by a boulder.
He rolled the old boulder away from the well
And watered the flock with clean water himself.
Fontenoy. 1745
© Emily Lawless
OH, BAD the march, the weary march, beneath these alien skies,
But good the night, the friendly night, that soothes our tired eyes.
The Kansas Emigrants
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS.
WE cross the prairie as of old
The pilgrims crossed the sea,
To make the West, as they the East,
Mother Hubbard
© William Henry Ogilvie
The south wind was whispering low in the firs,
A pale sun was gilding the curve of the hill
Epitaph On A Jacobite
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
To my true king I offered free from stain
Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.
Discredited
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Three million women without mates
In lonely homes on earth!
And Cupid sighs at heaven's gates,
Where many a spirit ego waits
Its call again to birth.
Stanzas In Memory Of The Author Of 'Obermann'
© Matthew Arnold
In front the awful Alpine track
Crawls up its rocky stair;
The autumn storm-winds drive the rack,
Close o'er it, in the air.
Pruning Flowering Gums
© Lesbia Harford
One summer day, along the street,
Men pruned the gums
To make them neat.
The tender branches, white with flowers,
The Spagnoletto. Act I
© Emma Lazarus
SCENE--During the first four acts, in Naples; latter part of the
fifth act, in Palermo. Time, about 1655.
The Lost Occasion
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Some die too late and some too soon,
At early morning, heat of noon,
Robin Hood And The Butcher
© Andrew Lang
Come, all you brave gallants, and listen awhile,
With hey down, down, an a down,
That are in the bowers within;
For of Robin Hood, that archer good,
A song I intend for to sing.
Frances Keeps Her Promise
© Ann Taylor
"MY Fanny, I have news to tell,
Your diligence quite pleases me;
You've work'd so neatly, read so well,
With cousin Jane you may take tea.
James Russell Lowell
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THOU shouldst have sung the swan-song for the choir
That filled our groves with music till the day
Lit the last hilltop with its reddening fire,
And evening listened for thy lingering lay.
The Spells Of Home
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
There blend the ties that strengthen
Our hearts in hours of grief,
The silver links that lengthen
Joy's visits when most brief. ~ BERNARD BARTON.
Dedication To The Edition Of 1876 To H.J.A.
© Alfred Austin
Three graces still attend me, since the day
Your step across my graceless threshold came:
