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St. Alexis

© Joyce Kilmer

Patron of Beggars

We who beg for bread as we daily tread

The Homestead

© John Greenleaf Whittier

AGAINST the wooded hills it stands,
Ghost of a dead home, staring through
Its broken lights on wasted lands
Where old-time harvests grew.

Special Jurymen of England! who admire your country's laws,
And proclaim a British Jury worthy of the realm's applause;
Gayly compliment each other at the issue of a cause
Which was tried at Guildford 'sizes, this day week as ever was.

The Greek Wife

© John Kenyon

I love thee best, Old Ocean! when

Thy waters flow all-ripplingly;

A Little While

© Sara Teasdale

A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.

A Last Confession

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Our Lombard country-girls along the coast

Wear daggers in their garters: for they know

The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto V.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

III The Heart's Prophecies
Be not amazed at life; 'tis still
The mode of God with His elect
Their hopes exactly to fulfil,
In times and ways they least expect.

The Dykes

© Rudyard Kipling

We have no heart for the fishing, we have no hand for the oar
All that our fathers taught us of old pleases us now no more;
All that our own hearts bid us believe we doubt where we do not deny
There is no proof in the bread we eat or rest in the toil we ply.

A Farmhouse Dirge

© Alfred Austin

Will you walk with me to the brow of the hill, to visit the farmer's wife,
Whose daughter lies in the churchyard now, eased of the ache of life?
Half a mile by the winding lane, another half to the top:
There you may lean o'er the gate and rest; she will want me awhile to stop,
Stop and talk of her girl that is gone and no more will wake or weep,
Or to listen rather, for sorrow loves to babble its pain to sleep.

Late Came the God

© Rudyard Kipling

Late came the God, having sent his forerunners who were

not regarded-

Where Home Was

© Augusta Davies Webster

'TWAS yesterday; 'twas long ago:

And for this flaunting grimy street,

Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto II.

Richard, quoth Matt, these words of thine
Speak something sly and something fine;
But I shall e'en resume my theme,
However thou may'st praise or blame.

Local Stop, Sheridan Square

© Eli Siegel

I
The subways, as usual, take emotions north and south.
When you are in a subway, emotion goes with you.
Emotion for thousands has come to a stop at Christopher Street, which is another name for Sheridan Square