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Sonnet XVII. Composed On A Journey Homeward; The Author Having Received Intelligence Of The Birth O
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll
Which makes the present (while the flash dost last)
Seem a mere semblance of some unknown past,
Mixed with such feelings, as perplex the soul
Circe
© Augusta Davies Webster
Ah me! these love a day and laugh again,
and loving, laughing, find a full content;
but I know nought of peace, and have not loved.
Frendly Caueat to the Second Shakerley of Powles
© Gabriel Harvey
Slumbering I lay in melancholy bed,
Before the dawning of the sanguin light:
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Third
© William Wordsworth
NOW joy for you who from the towers
Of Brancepeth look in doubt and fear,
Telling melancholy hours!
Proclaim it, let your Masters hear
Sailormen
© Harry Kemp
When our ship gets home again, after cruising up and down,
Where the old, familiar hills crowd above the little town,
Oh, we'll reef the weary sails in the shelter of the bay,
And we'll find it just the same as the hour we went away
With the steeple of the church through the tree tops peering out,
With same accustomed streets, and the friends we knew, about.
Polonius and the Ballad Singers
© Padraic Colum
A gaunt built woman and her son-in-law
A broad-faced fellow, with such flesh as shows
Requiescant
© Frederick George Scott
In lonely watches night by night
Great visions burst upon my sight,
For down the stretches of the sky
The hosts of dead go marching by.
The Young Volunteer
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
With a knock upon the window comes the young volunteer,
'Tis his step upon the threshold; "what is it brings you here?"
To His Friend J. H.
© Alexander Brome
If thou canst fashion no excuse,
To stay at home, as 'tis thy use,
When I do send for thee,
Let neither sickness, way, nor rain,
With fond delusions thee detain,
But come thy way to me.
The Marriage Of Geraint
© Alfred Tennyson
'Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
I would go home againto rooms...
© Boris Pasternak
I would go home againto rooms
With sadness large at eventide,
Go in, take off my overcoat,
And in the light of streets outside
November, 1851
© George MacDonald
Why wilt thou stop and start?
Draw nearer, oh my heart,
And I will question thee most wistfully;
Gather thy last clear resolution
To look upon thy dissolution.
The Flag On The Farm
© Edgar Albert Guest
We've raised a flagpole on the farm
And flung Old Glory to the sky,
Visits To St. Elizabeth's
© Elizabeth Bishop
This is the time
of the tragic man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
The Charter;
© Helen Maria Williams
ADDRESSED
TO MY NEPHEW
ATHANASE C. L. COQUEREL,
ON HIS WEDDING DAY, 1819.
The Way Home
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Many dreams I have dreamed
That are all now gone.
The world, mirrored in a dark pool,
How unearthly it shone!
The Microbe's Serenade
© George Ade
"O lovely metamorphic germ,
What futile scientific term
Can well describe your many charms?
Come to these embryonic arms,
Then hie away to my cellular home,
And be my little diatom!"
