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Linnet-Like.

© Robert Crawford

The joy of God gets into us, and we
Hum with the intuition of His power;
Even as a linnet, like a thing inspired,
Throats his love-lyrics in the dewy leaves.

Lines

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

I 'm ashamed,--that 's the fact,--it 's a pitiful case,--
Won't any kind classmate get up in my place?
Just remember how often I've risen before,--
I blush as I straighten my legs on the floor!

Dark stranger on the teeming map of fate
Fabric, that seemst a thing alike apart
From aught that nature or that art create;
To me a mystery thou ever art;
And awe and wonder stir me when thy frame
I view, strange birth of water and of flame.

Love Elegy, to Laura

© Amelia Opie

Too heedless friend, why thus augment the flame
That glows resistless in my beating breast?
Why with thy praises grace his fatal name,
Who robs thy Emma's hapless heart of rest?

Latter-Day Warnings

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

WHEN legislators keep the law,
When banks dispense with bolts and looks,
When berries--whortle, rasp, and straw--
Grow bigger downwards through the box,--

Lines -- for Berkshire Jubilee, Aug. 23, 1844

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Come back to your mother, ye children, for shame,
Who have wandered like truants for riches or fame!
With a smile on her face, and a sprig in her cap,
She calls you to feast from her bountiful lap.

Limerick:There was an Old Person of Spain

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Spain,
Who hated all trouble and pain;
So he sat on a chair,
With his feet in the air,
That umbrageous Old Person of Spain.

Love Song

© William Butler Yeats

My love, we will go, we will go, I and you,

And away in the woods we will scatter the dew;

Lilies Without, Lilies Within

© George Wither

Can I think the Guide of Heaven

Hath so beautifully given

Le Monocle de Mon Oncle

© Wallace Stevens

Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,

O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,

Life Is Motion

© Wallace Stevens

In Oklahoma,

Bonnie and Josie,

Last Days

Aye! heartbreak of the tattered hills,
And mourning of the raining sky!
Heartbreak and mourning, since God wills,
Are mine, and God knows why!

Lines For Music (III)

Good night! from music's softest spell

Go to thy dreams: and in thy slumbers,

LI FRATI D'UN PAESE (The Friers of The Village)

Senti sto fatto. Un giorno de st'istate
Lavoravo ar convento de Genzano,
E ssentivo de sopra ch'er guardiano
Tirava giù biastime a carrettate;

Lovers At The Lake Side

© Jean Ingelow

'And you brought him home.' 'I did, ay Ronald, it rested with me.'
'Love!' 'Yes.' 'I would fain you were not so calm.' 'I cannot weep. No.'
'What is he like, your poor father?' 'He is-like-this fallen tree
Prone at our feet, by the still lake taking on rose from the glow,