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After Sixty Years
© Edith Nesbit
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar
Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer
The Muses' Son.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Goethe quotes the beginning of this song in
his Autobiography, as expressing the manner in which his poetical
effusions used to pour out from him.]
The Slavery Of Greece
© George Canning
Unrivall'd Greece! thou ever honor'd name,
Thou nurse of heroes dear to deathless fame!
Though now to worth, to honor all unknown,
Thy lustre faded, and thy glories flown;
Yet still shall Memory, with reverted eye,
Trace thy past worth, and view thee with a sigh.
Daphne to Apollo. Imitated From The First Book Of Ovid's Metamorphosis
© Matthew Prior
Daphne aside]
This care is for himself as pure as death;
One mile has put the fellow out of breath:
He'll never go, I'll lead him th' other round;
Washy he is, perhaps not over sound.
Idyll.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And dances' soft measure,
With rapture commingled
And sweet choral song.
Wedding Song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
His grandson of whom we are telling.
The Count as Crusader had blazon'd his fame,
Through many a triumph exalted his name,
And when on his steed to his dwelling he came,
Sonnet V
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action,
When the miserly press of each day's need
The Happy Couple.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AFTER these vernal rainsThat we so warmly sought,
Dear wife, see how our plainsWith blessings sweet are fraught!
We cast our distant gazeFar in the misty blue;
Here gentle love still strays,Here dwells still rapture true.Thou seest whither goYon pair of pigeons white,
The Garlands.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
KLOPSTOCK would lead us away from Pindus; no longer
for laurel
May we be eager--the homely acorn alone must content us;
Yet he himself his more-than-epic crusade is conducting
Longing.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT pulls at my heart so?What tells me to roam?
What drags me and lures meFrom chamber and home?
How round the cliffs gatherThe clouds high in air!
I fain would go thither,I fain would be there!The sociable flightOf the ravens comes back;
When A Feller's Itching To Be Spanked
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
W'EN us fellers stomp around, makin' lots o' noise,
Gramma says, "There's certain times comes to little boys
Found.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ONCE through the forestAlone I went;
To seek for nothingMy thoughts were bent.I saw i' the shadowA flower stand there
As stars it glisten'd,As eyes 'twas fair.I sought to pluck it,--It gently said:
"Shall I be gather'dOnly to fade?"With all its rootsI dug it with care,
The Beautiful Night.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Now I leave this cottage lowly,Where my love hath made her home,
And with silent footstep slowlyThrough the darksome forest roam,
Luna breaks through oaks and bushes,Zephyr hastes her steps to meet,
And the waving birch-tree blushes,Scattering round her incense sweet.Grateful are the cooling breezesOf this beauteous summer night,
Enniskillen
© Alice Guerin Crist
Oh my heart beat high with joy elate,
When Danny rode in the Hunters Plate
An Autumn Garden
© Bliss William Carman
For the ancient and virile nurture
Of the teeming primordial ground,
For the splendid gospel of color,
Untitled 4
© Owen Suffolk
Mother! Darling mother, you are seeking me I know,
And I feel thy love will follow through the world where'er I go;
The Sky-Larks Song
© Augusta Davies Webster
WINGED voice to tell the skies of earth,
Dear earth-born lark, sing on, sing clear,
Sing into heaven that she may hear
;Sing what thou wilt, so she but know
Thine ecstasy of summer mirth
And think "'Tis from the world below!"
The Wanderer.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Published in the Gottingen Musen Almanach,
having been written "to express his feelings and caprices" after
his separation from Frederica.]
Olney Hymn 26: On Opening A Place For Social Prayer
© William Cowper
Jesus! where'er Thy people meet,
There they behold Thy mercy seat;
Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found,
And every place is hallow'd ground.
