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The Ruined Homestead
© Roland Robinson
White birds, frightened from silver grass,
whose blood-rose breasts and wings are thrown
like petals settling down the pass,
flower the ruined homesteads stone.
Having To Live in the Country
© Patrick Kavanagh
Back once again in wild, wet Monaghan
Exiled from thought and feeling,
Tuscany
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
Cisterns and stones; the fig-tree in the wall
Casts down her shadow, ashen as her boughs,
The Dead Ship Of Harpswell
© John Greenleaf Whittier
What flecks the outer gray beyond
The sundown's golden trail?
To Mrs. Newton
© William Cowper
A noble theme demands a noble verse,
In such I thank you for your fine oysters.
Traveller's Song
© George MacDonald
Bands of dark and bands of light
Lie athwart the homeward way;
Now we cross a belt of Night,
Now a strip of shining Day!
The Disciple
© George MacDonald
The times are changed, and gone the day
When the high heavenly land,
Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,
And men could understand.
Caprice
© William Dean Howells
SHE hung the cage at the window;
"If he goes by," she said,
"He will hear my robin singing,
And when he lifts his head,
I shall be sitting here to sew,
And he will bow to me, I know."
The Lay Of The Lady Lorraine
© Carolyn Wells
In vain they entreated, they begged and they plead,
They coaxed and besought, and they sullenly said
That she was hard-hearted, unfeeling, and cruel.
They challenged each other to many a duel;
They scowled and they scolded, they sulked and they sighed,
But they could not win Lady Lorraine for a bride.
The Departed
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world with kings,
The powerful of the earth the wise the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. ~ BRYANT.
When Nellie's On The Job
© Edgar Albert Guest
The bright spots in my life are when the servant quits the place,
Although that grim disturbance brings a frown to Nellie's face;
The week between the old girl's' reign and entry of the new
Is one that's filled with happiness and comfort through and through.
The charm of living's back again-a charm that servants rob-
I like the home, I like the meals, when Nellie's on the job.
Between The Rapids
© Archibald Lampman
The point is turned; the twilight shadow fills
The wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,
The Little White Glove
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE early springtime faintly flushed the earth,
And in the woods, and by their favorite stream
The fair, wild roses blossomed modestly,
Above the wave that wooed them: there at eve,
Dreams of France
© Leon Gellert
Oh, dreams of France! Oh, faded dreams of France!
Ohm France, that I had ever dreamed of thee!
Cobbler Keezar's Vision
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The beaver cut his timber
With patient teeth that day,
The minks were fish-wards, and the crows
Surveyors of highway,-
