On the pallid faces of fallen women
Loitering in doorways to sell themselves,
On their faces a tragic poem is carved
In tears and grief that rise to the heavens,

To M. S. G.

© George Gordon Byron

Whene'er I view those lips of thine,
Their hue invites my fervent kiss;
Yet, I forego that bliss divine,
Alas! it were unhallow'd bliss.

Grace Darling or "The Wreck of the Forfarshire"

As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day
In the year of 1838, a steamer passed through the Fairway
Between the Farne Islands and the coast, on her passage northwards;
But the wind was against her, and the steamer laboured hard.

Change

© William Dean Howells

SOMETIMES, when after spirited debate

Of letters or affairs, in thought I go

After-Thought

© Alfred Tennyson

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,

As being past away. -Vain sympathies!

Anhelli - Chapter 7

© Juliusz Slowacki

And the Shaman said : "Lo, now we shall show no more miracles,
nor the power of God that is in us, but we shall weep,
for we have come unto people who see not the sun.

Song: How strongly does my passion flow

© Aphra Behn

HOW strongly does my passion flow,
Divided equally twixt two?
Damon had neer subdued my heart,
Had not Alexis took his part;
Nor could Alexis powerful prove,
Without my Damons aid, to gain my love.

Thoughts Of A Father

© Edgar Albert Guest

We've never seen the Father here, but we have known the Son,
The finest type of manhood since the world was first begun.
And, summing up the works of God, I write with reverent pen,
The greatest is the Son He sent to cheer the lives of men.

Ni-Chans Dirge For Yen-Oey

SO soon asleep! Now must the coming years

Weep ignorantly their loss they cannot know,

The Spagnoletto. Act II

© Emma Lazarus

Ball in the Palace of DON JOHN. Dance. DON JOHN and MARIA
together. DON TOMMASO, ANNICCA. LORDS and LADIES, dancing or
promenading.

Woman!

Thus in extremes of cold and heat,
Where wandering man may trace his kind;
Wherever grief and want retreat,
In Woman they compassion find;
She makes the female breast her seat,
And dictates mercy to the mind.

The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto First

FROM Bolton's old monastic tower
The bells ring loud with gladsome power;
The sun shines bright; the fields are gay
With people in their best array

A Chippewa Legend

The old Chief, feeling now wellnigh his end,

Called his two eldest children to his side,

My Part

I may never be a hero, I am past the limit now,
There are pencil marks of silver Time has left upon my brow;
I shall win no service medals, I shall hear no cannons' roar,
I shall never fight a battle higher up than eagles soar,
But I hope my children's children may recall my name with pride
As a man who never whimpered when his soul was being tried.