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Two Views Of Withens
© Sylvia Plath
Above whorled, spindling gorse,
Sheepfoot-flattened grasses,
Stone wall and ridgepole rise
Prow-like through blurs
Of fog in that hinterland few
Hikers get to:
Cutty Sark
© Hart Crane
in the nickel-in-the-slot piano jogged
Stamboul Nightsweaving somebodys nickelsang
The Rain Comes Sobbing to the Door
© Henry Kendall
The night grows dark, and weird, and cold; and thick drops patter on the pane;
There comes a wailing from the sea; the wind is weary of the rain.
Curtius
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Why, love, how darkly gaze thine eyes in mine!
If loved I dismal thoughts I well could deem
Thou sawest not the blue of my fond eyes,
But looked between the lips of that dread pit,-
O Jove! to name it seems to curse the air
With chills of death! We'll speak not of it, Curtius.
The Stable Of Bethlehem
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Twas not a palace proud and fair
He chose for His first home;
Man
© Henry Vaughan
Weighing the steadfastness and state
Of some mean things which here below reside,
A Night In June
© Alfred Austin
Lady! in this night of June
Fair like thee and holy,
Art thou gazing at the moon
That is rising slowly?
I am gazing on her now:
Something tells me, so art thou.
The Burden of Nineveh
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
In our Museum galleries
To-day I lingered o'er the prize
The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale
© George Gordon Byron
No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff
First greets the homeward-veering skiff
High o'er the land he saved in vain;
When shall such Hero live again?
To The Countess Of Bedford I
© John Donne
Therefore I study you first in your saints,
Those friends whom your election glorifies ;
Then in your deeds, accesses and restraints,
And what you read, and what yourself devise.
The Light on the Wreck
© Henry Lawson
And the stories of strong lives that ended in wrecks
Might be likened to lights over derelict decks;
Like the light where, in sight of the streets of the town,
In the mouth of the channel the Wanderer went down.
Keep a watch from the desk, as they watch from the deck;
Keep a watch from your home for the light on the wreck.
The Echo
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Of A Ballad Sung By H. Plunket Greene To His Old School
Twice three hundred boys were we,
The Song of Hiawatha X: Hiawatha's Wooing
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman,
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows,
Useless each without the other!"
Vision Of Columbus - Book 4
© Joel Barlow
In one dark age, beneath a single hand,
Thus rose an empire in the savage land.
Anecdote For Fathers
© William Wordsworth
I HAVE a boy of five years old;
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beauty's mold
And dearly he loves me.
On Sanazar's Being Honoured With Six hundred Duckets By The
© Richard Lovelace
Twas a blith prince exchang'd five hundred crowns
For a fair turnip. Dig, dig on, O clowns
But how this comes about, Fates, can you tell,
This more then Maid of Meurs, this miracle?
LA DISPENZA DER MADRIMONIO (The marriage Licence)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Quella stradaccia me la sò lograta:
Ma quanti passi me ce fussi fatto
Nun c'era da ottené pe gnisun patto
De potemme sposà co mi' cuggnata.
Ole Docteur Fiset
© William Henry Drummond
Ole Docteur Fiset of Saint Anicet,
Sapré tonnerre! he was leev long tam!
I'm sure he's got ninety year or so,
Beat all on de Parish 'cept Pierre Courteau,
An' day affer day he work all de sam'.
