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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto II.
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
The Soldier
© John Clare
Home furthest off grows dearer from the way;
And when the army in the Indias lay
Out Of The Hitherwhere
© James Whitcomb Riley
Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon--
The land that the Lord's love rests upon;
Witchcraft: New Style
© Lascelles Abercrombie
The first voice, in that silent crowd, was hers,
Her light snickering laugh, as she stood there
Pausing, scanning the sawdust at her feet.
Then she switcht round and faced the positive man
Whose strong 'She cannot do it!' all still felt
Huskily shouting in their guilty ears.
Eclogue 2: Alexis
© Publius Vergilius Maro
The shepherd Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
At End Of A Holiday
© Roderic Quinn
"LEAVES and brambles from hill and hollow
Come and gather!" the children cried;
"The sun goes down, and the night will follow,
A moonless night on the dark hillside."
Times Changes In A Household
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
They were as fair and bright a band as ever filled with pride
Parental hearts whose task it was children beloved to guide;
And every care that love upon its idols bright may shower
Was lavished with impartial hand upon each fair young flower.
Your Honeymoon Will Last
© George Ade
She:
When I settle with my hubby
In our little home,
He must not be wild and clubby,
He must never roam.
Titmarshs Carmen Lilliense
© William Makepeace Thackeray
My heart is weary, my peace is gone,
How shall I e'er my woes reveal?
I have no money, I lie in pawn,
A stranger in the town of Lille.
Tale XXI
© George Crabbe
rise;
Not there the wise alone their entrance find,
Imparting useful light to mortals blind;
But, blind themselves, these erring guides hold out
Alluring lights to lead us far about;
Screen'd by such means, here Scandal whets her
Psalm CXXXVIII "By the rivers of Babylon."
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
WE sat us down and wept,
Where Babel's waters slept,
And we thought of home and Zion as a long-gone, happy dream;
We hung our harps in air
On the willow boughs, which there,
Gloomy as round a sepulchre, were drooping o'er the stream.
Childhood
© Anne Bradstreet
Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,
A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,
Before Death (Mrityu-r Agey)
© Jibanananda Das
We who have walked deserted stubble fields on a December evening,
Who have seen over the field's edge a soft river woman scattering
Her fog flowers-they all are like some village girls of old-
We who have seen in darkness the akanda tree, the dhundul plant
Filled with fireflies, the moon standing quietly at the head of
An already harvested field-she has no yearning for that harvest;
Satan Returning
© John Newton
When Jesus claims the sinner's heart,
Where Satan ruled before;
The evil spirit must depart,
And dares return no more.
The Pier-Glass
© Robert Graves
Lost manor where I walk continually
A ghost, while yet in woman's flesh and blood;
What The Sleepless Grandam Thinks
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
All through the cold night, beating wings shadowy
Sweep o'er the church-village poor,--
Only one Grandam a hundred years hoary,
Findeth her slumber no more.
St. Crispins Day Speech: from Henry V
© William Shakespeare
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
