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Human Life

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom
Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare
As summer-gusts, of sudden birth and doom,
Whose sound and motion not alone declare,

See! with what constant motion
Even and glorious, as the sunne,
Gratiana steeres that noble frame,
Soft as her breast, sweet as her voyce,
That gave each winding law and poyze,
And swifter then the wings of Fame.

The Captivity

© Oliver Goldsmith

FIRST PROPHET.
AIR.
Our God is all we boast below,
To him we turn our eyes;
And every added weight of woe
Shall make our homage rise.

Fears In Solitude

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[Image][Image][Image][Image][Image] May my fears,
My filial fears, be vain ! and may the vaunts
And menace of the vengeful enemy
Pass like the gust, that roared and died away
In the distant tree : which heard, and only heard
In this low dell, bowed not the delicate grass.

The First Part: Sonnet 12 - Ah! burning thoughts, now let me take some rest,

© William Henry Drummond

Ah! burning thoughts, now let me take some rest,

And your tumultuous broils a while appease;

The Song Of Life

© George Essex Evans

Sing thou of Toil,
Of toil that moulds to-day the larger morrow!
Move with stout heart on Lifes great battle-field
And wear the motto Progress on thy shield.
All that is best is won through toil and sorrow.
Sing thou of Toil!

Banner Of Men Who Were Free

© Edgar Lee Masters

Flag of the great republic, banner of men who were free!
Carried aloft for freedom in many a bloody gorge;
Torn by the shot of tyrants in battle by land and sea,
The rallying hope of our fathers by Valley Forge.

Floods

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

In the dark night, from sweet refreshing sleep
I wake to hear outside my window-pane
The uncurbed fury of the wild spring rain,
And weird winds lashing the defiant deep,

Prayer

© Henry David Thoreau

That my weak hand may equal my firm faith
And my life practice what my tongue saith
That my low conduct may not show
Nor my relenting lines
That I thy purpose did not know
Or overrated thy designs.

Inspiration

© Henry David Thoreau

But if with bended neck I grope
Listening behind me for my wit,
With faith superior to hope,
More anxious to keep back than forward it;

Composed In Autumn

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WITH these dead leaves stripped from a withered tree,
And slowly fluttering round us, gentle friend,
Some faithless soul a sad presage might blend;
To me they bring a happier augury;

Resolution And Independence

© William Wordsworth

I There was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright;
The birds are singing in the distant woods;

Paradise Lost : Book V.

© John Milton

Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime

Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,

The Mysterious Visitor

Spirit, lovely guest, who are you?

Whence have you flown down to us?

Fear

© Edith Nesbit

If you were here,

Hopes, dreams, ambitions, faith would disappear,

Dream Song 80: Op. posth. no. 3

It's buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried.
Weather's severe there, which it will not mind.
I miss it.
O happies before & during & between the times it got married.
I hate the love of leaving it behind,
deteriorating & hopeless that.

Voices Of The Night : Flowers

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the Castle Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden
Stars, that in the earth's firmament do shine.

Dream Song 88: Op. posth. no. 11

In slack times visit I the violent dead
and pick their awful brains. Most seem to feel
nothing is secret more
to my disdain I find, when we who fled
cherish the knowings of both worlds, conceal
more, beat on the floor,