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Distant Hills

© John Clare

What is there in those distant hills
My fancy longs to see,
That many a mood of joy instils?
Say what can fancy be?

Aurora Leigh: Book Eighth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

In my ears
The sound of waters. There he stood, my king!

Thus spoke the fair; and straight she bent her way
To the tall mountain, where the cottage lay:
Arriv'd she makes her chang'd condition known;
Tells how the rebels drove her from the throne;
What painful, dreary wilds she'd wander'd o'er;
And shelter from the tyrant doth implore.

The Magi To The Star

© Mary Hannay Foott

I. THANKSGIVING.
Star, on thy Heaven-returning way,
Our message of thanksgiving bear;
To Him who answered with thy ray
The priestless Gentiles trembling prayer.

Two Schools

© Henry Van Dyke

I put my heart to school
In the world, where men grow wise,
"Go out," I said, "and learn the rule;
Come back when you win a prize."

The Silver Stripes

© Edgar Albert Guest

When we've honored the heroes returning from France,

When we've mourned for the heroes who fell,

Wild Flowers

© George MacDonald

Content Primroses,

With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care,

A Friend That Sticketh Closer Than A Brother

© John Newton

One there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once his kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love!

Home

© William Henry Drummond

"Oh! Mother the bells are ringing as never they rang before,
And banners aloft are flying, and open is every door,
While down in the streets are thousands of men I have never seen--
But friendly are all the faces--oh! Mother, what can it mean?"

The Destroying Spirit

© Louisa Stuart Costello

I sit upon the rocks that frown

Above the rapid Nile;

The Curse Of The Charter-Breakers

© John Greenleaf Whittier

IN Westminster's royal halls,
Robed in their pontificals,
England's ancient prelates stood
For the people's right and good.

Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 32

© Edward Taylor

Thy grace, dear Lord, 's my golden wrack, I find,
Screwing my fancy into ragged rhymes,
Tuning Thy praises in my feeble mind
Until I come to strike them on my chimes.
Were I an angel bright, and borrow could
King David's harp, I would them play on gold.

Horses

© Edwin Muir

Those lumbering horses in the steady plough,
On the bare field - I wonder, why, just now,
They seemed terrible, so wild and strange,
Like magic power on the stony grange.

The Meetings Of The Flowers

There is within this world of ours
Full many a happy home and hearth;
What time, the Saviour's blessed birth
Makes glad the gloom of wintry hours.

The Last Ride Together (after Browning)

(From Her Point of View)

When I had firmly answered 'No',

On The Receipt Of A Hamper. (In The Manner Of Homer)

The straw-stuffed hamper with its ruthless steel

He open'd, cutting sheer th' inserted cords

Over the hills and far away

© Eugene Field

Over the hills and far away,

A little boy steals from his morning play

III.
SHE:
Well! now I protest it is charming;
How finely the weather improves!
That cloud, though, is rather alarming;
How slowly and stately it moves!