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Different Emotions On The Same Spot.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Oh heavenly sight!
He's coming to meet me;
Perplex'd, I retreat me,
Richard And Kate: Or, Fair-Day
© Robert Bloomfield
'Come, Goody, stop your humdrum wheel,
Sweep up your orts, and get your Hat;
Old joys reviv'd once more I feel,
'Tis Fair-day;--ay, _and more than that._
On Hurricane Jackson
© Alan Dugan
Now his noses bridge is broken, one eye
will not focus and the other is a stray;
Self-deceit.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
My neighbour's curtain, well I see,Is moving to and fin.
No doubt she's list'ning eagerly,If I'm at home or no.And if the jealous grudge I boreAnd openly confess'd,
Is nourish'd by me as before,Within my inmost breast.Alas! no fancies such as theseE'er cross'd the dear child's thoughts.
I see 'tis but the ev'ning breezeThat with the curtain sports.1803.
Thorkilds Song
© Rudyard Kipling
There´s no wind along these seas,
Out oars for Stavanger!
Forward all for Stavanger!
So we must wake the white-ash breeze.
Let fall for Stavanger!
A long pull for Stavanger!
Influence
© Ada Cambridge
So do our brooding thoughts and deep desires
Grow in our souls, we know not how or why;
Grope for we know not what, all blind and dumb.
So, when the time is ripe, and one aspires
To free his thought in speech, ours hear the cry,
And to full birth and instant knowledge come.
Looking Across The Fields And Watching The Birds Fly
© Wallace Stevens
Among the more irritating minor ideas
Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home
To Concord, at the edge of things, was this:
The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain
© Wallace Stevens
There it was, word for word,
The poem that took the place of a mountain.He breathed its oxygen,
Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table.It reminded him how he had needed
A place to go to in his own direction,How he had recomposed the pines,
The Pure in Heart Shall See God
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
In one grand but gentle chorus,
Floating to the starry dome,
Came the words that brought them nearer,
Words that told of "Home, Sweet Home."
Ode on Intimations of Immortality
© William Wordsworth
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
The Two Rivers
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Slowly the hour-hand of the clock moves round;
So slowly that no human eye hath power
Homer's Hymn To The Moon
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Son of Saturn with this glorious Power
Mingled in love and sleep--to whom she bore
Pandeia, a bright maid of beauty rare
Among the Gods, whose lives eternal are.
Moonlight
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
- Then earth's great architecture swells
Among her mountains and her fells
Under the moon to amplitude
Massive and primitive and rude:
To Ned
© Herman Melville
Nor less the satiate year impends
When, wearying of routine-resorts,
The pleasure-hunter shall break loose,
Ned, for our Pantheistic ports:--
Marquesas and glenned isles that be
Authentic Edens in a Pagan sea.
For all the Land to See: A Song of the Tools
© Henry Lawson
THE CROSS-CUT and the crowbar cross, and hang them on the wall,
And make a greenhide rack to fit the wedges and the maul,
The done long-handled shovel and the thong-bound axe that fell,
The crowbar, pick-axe and the throwthe axe that morticed well.
The old patched tent and fly, bag bunk and pillow of sugee,
The frying-pan and billy-can, for all the land to see.
Cobwebs
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
It is a land with neither night nor day,
Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain,
Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plain
Stretches thro' long unbroken miles away:
Kretschmann
© John Le Gay Brereton
Love may trace his echoing footsteps, yet we never more shall meet
Rugged Kretschmann, the musician, plodding down a Sydney street,
Never see the low broad figure, massive head and shaggy mane
And the quiet furrowed features, never hear his voice again.
