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An Old Friend
© James Whitcomb Riley
Hey, Old Midsummer! are you here again,
With all your harvest-store of olden joys,--
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Joy and Use
To My Brothers
© Norman Rowland Gale
O BROTHERS, who must ache and stoop
Oer wordy tasks in London town,
Genesis BK VII
© Caedmon
(ll. 322-336) The other fiends who waged so fierce a war with God
lay wrapped in flames. They suffer torment, hot and surging
Home
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I want to go to the heather hills,
To the heather hills and rocky shore.
The Last Survivor
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
YES! the vacant chairs tell sadly we are going, going fast,
And the thought comes strangely o'er me, who will live to be the last?
When the twentieth century's sunbeams climb the far-off eastern hill,
With his ninety winters burdened, will he greet the morning still?
To Maecenas
© Phillis Wheatley
Not you, my friend, these plaintive strains become,
Not you, whose bosom is the Muses home;
When they from tow'ring Helicon retire,
They fan in you the bright immortal fire,
But I less happy, cannot raise the song,
The fault'ring music dies upon my tongue.
Weeds
© William Herbert Carruth
Poor, homely, unloved things beside the way,
That strive in voiceless ignominy, still
Week-End
© Harold Monro
I
The train! The twleve o'clock for paradise.
Hurry, or it will try to creep away.
Out in the country every one is wise:
Contrasted Songs: Sailing Beyond The Seas
© Jean Ingelow
(Old Style.)
Methought the stars were blinking bright,
Norembega
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE winding way the serpent takes
The mystic water took,
From where, to count its beaded lakes,
The forest sped its brook.
Flower-De-Luce: The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!
O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn!
The French Army In Russia, 1812-13
© William Wordsworth
HUMANITY, delighting to behold
A fond reflection of her own decay,
Hath painted Winter like a traveller old,
Propped on a staff, and, through the sullen day,
Quatrains
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
With beams December planets dart
His cold eye truth and conduct scanned,
July was in his sunny heart,
October in his liberal hand.
Sonnet IX. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are
© John Keats
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;
The stars look very cold about the sky,
And I have many miles on foot to fare.
Ho! Everyone That Thirsts, Draw Nigh
© Charles Wesley
Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh!
('Tis God invites the fallen race)
Mercy and free salvation buy;
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.
Home At Night
© James Whitcomb Riley
When chirping crickets fainter cry,
And pale stars blossom in the sky,
And twilight's gloom has dimmed the bloom
And blurred the butterfly:
The Tower Of Famine
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Amid the desolation of a city,
Which was the cradle, and is now the grave
Of an extinguished people,so that Pity
