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Rubia (Blonde)
© Andres Bello
¿Sabes, rubia, qué gracia solicito
cuando de ofrendas cubro los altares?
No ricos muebles, no soberbios lares,
ni una mesa que adule al apetito.
To the Spirit of Music
© Henry Kendall
How sweet is wandering where the west
Is full of thee, what time the morn
Looks from his halls of rosy rest
Across green miles of gleaming corn!
Religion And Doctrine
© John Hay
Their threats and fury all went wide;
They could not touch his Hebrew pride.
Their sneers at Jesus and His band,
Nameless and homeless in the land,
Their boasts of Moses and his Lord,
All could not change him by one word.
A Father To A Mother
© George MacDonald
When God's own child came down to earth,
High heaven was very glad;
The angels sang for holy mirth;
Not God himself was sad!
When Some Day
© Hovhannes Toumanian
Sweet comrade, when you come some day
To gaze upon my tomb,
And scattered all around it see
Bright flowers in freshest bloom,
Flowers of Sion: Sonnet 3 - Look how the flower
© William Henry Drummond
Look how the flower which ling'ringly doth fade,
The morning's darling late, the summer's queen,
We Go No More To The Forest
© Mary Colborne-Veel
WE go no more to the forest,
The rimus are all cut down.
Thought's Garden.
© Robert Crawford
I have within Thought's garden sat
And played with this sweet flower and that,
And touched my lute till each soft string
Was tuned to Love's remembering.
The Call
© George Meredith
Under what spell are we debased
By fears for our inviolate Isle,
Whose record is of dangers faced
And flung to heel with even smile?
Is it a vaster force, a subtler guile?
On The Conversion Of A Sister
© George Moses Horton
'Tis the voice of my sister at home,
Resign'd to the treasures above,
Inviting the strangers to come,
And feast at the banquet of love.
Elegy on a Lady, whom Grief for the Death of her Betrothed Killed
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Cloak her in ermine, for the night is cold,
And wrap her warmly, for the night is long;
In pious hands the flaming torches hold,
While her attendants, chosen from among
"PH. Best & Co.'s Lager-Beer"
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In every part of the thrifty town,
Whether my course be up or down,
In lane, and alley, and avenue,
Painted in yellow, and red, and blue,
This side and that, east and west,
Was this flaunting sign-board of "Ph. Best."
An Alliance
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
This is the weird of a world-old folk,
That not till the last link breaks,
The Wife Of Brittany
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
TRUTH wed to beauty in an antique tale,
Sweet-voiced like some immortal nightingale,
Trills the clear burden of her passsionate lay,
As fresh, as fair as wonderful to-day
As when the music of her balmy tongue
Ravished the first warm hearts for whom she sung.
The Child Of The Islands - Conclusion
© Caroline Norton
I.
MY lay is ended! closed the circling year,
From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night;
The moan of sorrow, and the sigh of fear,
The Legend Of Lady Gertrude
© Ada Cambridge
E'en till the woods and hamlets down below,
And summer meadows, were all broad and clear;
The river, moving statelily and slow,
A crimson ribbon in the sunset glow-
The dim, white, distant city strangely near.
Soneto de Natal
© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
Um homem, era aquela noite amiga,
Noite cristã, berço do Nazareno,
Ao relembrar os dias de pequeno,
E a viva dança, e a lépida cantiga,
The Missed Train
© Thomas Hardy
How I was caught
Hieing home, after days of allure,
And driven to an innsmall, obscure
At the junction, fret-fraught!
