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Western Camps
© Roderic Quinn
THREE men stood with their glasses lifted,
Night was around them and flaring lamps:
"Here's to the tried and true and sifted;
Here's to the flotsam tossed and drifted;
Verses Addressed To My Two Nephews
© Helen Maria Williams
Resolve to feel that best delight
Reserv'd for those who live aright:
And thus, dear Boys! your tribute pay;
Thus consecrate SAINT HELEN'S DAY!
The Merchant Ship
© Henry Kendall
The Sun oer the waters was throwing
In the freshness of morning its beams;
Good Counsel of Chaucer
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Flee from the press, and dwell with soothfastness;
Suffice thee thy good, though it be small;
Light
© George MacDonald
Dull horrid pools no motion making!
No bubble on the surface breaking!
The dead air lies, without a sound,
Heavy and moveless on the marshy ground.
Spasskoe
© Boris Pasternak
In Spasskoe, unforgettable September sheds its leaves.
Isnt it time to close up the summer-house?
Come Back to the Farm!
© Henry Clay Work
'Tis the voice of your sister - she calls you,
In tones both of love and alarm!
"By dead mother's prayers - by father's gray hairs -
Dear brother, come back to the farm."
Scenes From The Faust Of Goethe
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
CHORUS:
Thy countenance gives the Angels strength,
Though none can comprehend Thee:
And all Thy lofty works
Are excellent as at the first day.
Lament For Israel
© Frances Anne Kemble
Where is thy home in thy promised land?
Desolate and forsaken!
Elegy VI. To Charles Diodati, When He Was Visiting In The Country (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
With no rich viands overcharg'd, I send
Health, which perchance you want, my pamper'd friend;
Hearing A Flute On A Spring Night In Luoyang
© Li Po
From whose home secretly flies the sound of a jade flute?
It's lost amid the spring wind which fills Luoyang city.
In the middle of this nocturne I remember the snapped willow,
What person would not start to think of home!
The Submarine That Sank The "Lusitania"
© Katharine Lee Bates
SPINDRIFT white shall her victims stand
On the ivory quay, untrod
By living feet, when she nears Ghoststrand,
To point her out to God.
"Give me a roof where Wisdom dwells"
© Alfred Austin
Give me a roof where Wisdom dwells,
Where honeysuckle smiles and smells,
A bleating flock, some lowing kine,
An honest welcome always mine,
A homely draught, a humble meal,
Old Barnard -- A Monkish Tale
© Mary Darby Robinson
OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,
Though his age was full fourscore;
Daphles. An Argive Story
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But the Queen's host by skilful champions led,
Its powers meanwhile concentred to a head,
Lay, an embattled force with wary eye,
Ready to ward or strike whene'er the cry
Of coming foemen on their ears should fall,
Nigh the huge towers which guard the capital.
The Birds Of Cirencester
© Francis Bret Harte
Did I ever tell you, my dears, the way
That the birds of Cisseter--"Cisseter!" eh?
The Sangreal
© George MacDonald
Through the wood the sunny day
Glimmered sweetly glad;
Through the wood his weary way
Rode sir Galahad.
The Pine Tree
© John Greenleaf Whittier
LIFT again the stately emblem on the Bay State's rusted shield,
Give to Northern winds the Pine-Tree on our banner's tattered field.
Sons of men who sat in council with their Bibles round the board,
Answering England's royal missive with a firm, "Thus saith the Lord!"
