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Influence of Natural Objects in Calling Forth and Strengthening the Imagination in Boyhood and Early Youth
© William Wordsworth
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!And giv'st to forms and images a breathAnd everlasting motion! not in vain,By day or star-light, thus from my first dawnOf childhood didst thou intertwine for meThe passions that build up our human soul;Not with the mean and vulgar works of Man;But with high objects, with enduring things,With life and nature; purifying thusThe elements of feeling and of thought,And sanctifying by such disciplineBoth pain and fear,--until we recogniseA grandeur in the beatings of the heart
Ten Little Injuns
© Winner Septimus
Ten little Injuns standin' in a line,One toddled home and then there were nine;Nine little Injuns swingin' on a gate,One tumbled off and then there were eight.
The Admonition by the Author to all Young Gentlewomen: And to all other Maids being in Love
© Isabella Whitney
Ye Virgins, ye from Cupid's tents do bear away the foil,Whose hearts as yet with raging love most painfully do boil.
The Planting of the Apple-Tree
© William Cullen Bryant
COME let us plant the apple-tree.
Cleave the tough greensward with the spade;
Oh Mother of a Mighty Race
© William Cullen Bryant
OH mother of a mighty race
Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
The elder dames thy haughty peers
Admire and hate thy blooming years.
With words of shame 5
And taunts of scorn they join thy name.
Man Frail and God Eternal
© Isaac Watts
Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.
Aunt Chloe
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
1.1I remember, well remember,1.2 That dark and dreadful day,1.3When they whispered to me, "Chloe,1.4 Your children's sold away!"
Albion's England
© William Warner
The Brutons thus departed hence, seven kingdoms here begun,--Where diversely in divers broils the Saxons lost and won,--King Edel and king Adelbright in Diria jointly reign;In loyal concord during life these kingly friends remain
Letty's Globe
© Turner Charles (Tennyson)
When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year,And her young, artless words began to flow,One day we gave the child a colour'd sphereOf the wide earth, that she might mark and know,By tint and outline, all its sea and land
The Gold-Crested Wren
© Turner Charles (Tennyson)
When my hand closed upon thee, worn and spentWith idly dashing on the window-pane,Or clinging to the cornice -- I, that meantAt once to free thee, could not but detain;I dropt my pen, I left th' unfinished lay,To give thee back to freedom; but I took --Oh, charm of sweet occasion! -- one brief lookAt thy bright eyes and innocent dismay;Then forth I sent thee on thy homeward quest,My lesson learnt -- thy beauty got by heart:And if, at times, my sonnet-muse would restShort of her topmost skill, her little best,The memory of thy delicate gold crestShall plead for one last touch, -- the crown of Art
Sonnets. Part II, VII
© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman
His heart was in his garden; but his brainWandered at will among the fiery stars:Bards, heroes, prophets, Homers, Hamilcars,With many angels, stood, his eye to gain;The devils, too, were his familiars
Theory of Something
© Tierney Matthew
Roaches laid open by minutens, arrangedin a glass box under rule of thumb, heirs
Wind from the Sea
© Thorley Wilfred Charles
Weary is the flesh, alas! with many books the eyes are dim
Happie is he that from a faire voyáge
© Thorley Wilfred Charles
Happie is he that from a faire voyáge Comes home as came the travell'd Ulysses Or him that raped the fleece, wayworn, in easeWith his owne kindred to live out hys age
April
© Thorley Wilfred Charles
April, pryde of all the yeareWhen appeare Leaves, and sap in fleecy budGently stirs with hope to yieldFruit fulfilled From the younglynges of the wood;
