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``Grandmother dear, you do not know; you have lived the old-world life,
Under the twittering eaves of home, sheltered from storm and strife;
Rocking cradles, and covering jams, knitting socks for baby feet,
Or piecing together lavender bags for keeping the linen sweet:
Daughter, wife, and mother in turn, and each with a blameless breast,
Then saying your prayers when the nightfall came, and quietly dropping to rest.

Juliet After The Masquerade. By Thompson

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

SHE left the festival, for it seem'd dim

Now that her eye no longer dwelt on him,

Your Voices Joined Is All It Takes

© Ivan Donn Carswell

They came in masted wooden ships across
an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean
swells to chance at history, and Sovereign power
commanded thus they rot in purgatory.

Gray Eyes

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Sitting alone in my room,

Alone in the gathering gloom,

"Tis An Old Tale And Often Told"

© Frances Anne Kemble

Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed

Those we let fall over the silent dead?

To win a game

© Ivan Donn Carswell

How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays,
in modern days the game has changed and subterfuge and actors
ways will pave the path to glory. Fitness pays a fair reward to keep
a fleetness in the feet, a clearness in the head, and special food

To Henrietta Lyn

© Ivan Donn Carswell

We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space
way out of all proportion to your size. Tomorrow we must face the day
without your lavish greeting - without your urgent bark to wake us up
and say, "Let me out of here, the sun is up, I want to play."

Time to play

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen
where I compose, I dont expect it to stay that way
as words glow from blunt, abused fingers, as insistent
sounds in my head translate into sentence structures,

Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part II.

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

O, Love builds on the azure sea,
And Love builds on the golden sand;
And Love builds on the rose-wing'd cloud,
And sometimes Love builds on the land.

On the Bill Which Was Passed in England For Regulating the Slave-Trade

© Helen Maria Williams

The hollow winds of night no more

In wild, unequal cadence pour,

Ode To Tranquillity

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Tranquillity! thou better name
Than all the family of Fame!
Thou ne'er wilt leave my riper age
To low intrigue, or factious rage;

O Lord, Our Father

© Mark Twain

O Lord, our father,
Our young patriots, idols of our hearts,
Go forth to battle - be Thou near them!
With them, in spirit, we also go forth
From the sweet peace of our beloved firesides To smite the foe.

The Beer Was Cold Enough

It is amazing, while I lay in bed, I had the lines
roaring through my head like locusts on the wing,
the unabashed extravagance of such a flock
of stunning words shocked me out of brittle sleep;

Terra nullis ignorata

We came to find the place contained
in legendary tracts, the hidden land
of fulsome wealth that we had sorely lacked,
an empty land of winsome dreams.