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Night Of Frost In May

© George Meredith

With splendour of a silver day,

A frosted night had opened May:

'The Voice from Over Yonder'

© Henry Lawson

Did she care as much as I did

When our paths of Fate divided?

The Homestead

© John Greenleaf Whittier

AGAINST the wooded hills it stands,
Ghost of a dead home, staring through
Its broken lights on wasted lands
Where old-time harvests grew.

Special Jurymen of England! who admire your country's laws,
And proclaim a British Jury worthy of the realm's applause;
Gayly compliment each other at the issue of a cause
Which was tried at Guildford 'sizes, this day week as ever was.

A Little While

© Sara Teasdale

A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.

Conduct

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Heed how thou livest. Do no act by day
Which from the night shall drive thy peace away.
In months of sun so live that months of rain
Shall still be happy. Evermore restrain
Evil and cherish good, so shall there be
Another and a happier life for thee.

A Last Confession

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Our Lombard country-girls along the coast

Wear daggers in their garters: for they know

Hawarden

© George Meredith

When comes the lighted day for men to read

Life's meaning, with the work before their hands

Far-Far-Away

© Alfred Tennyson

What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew
As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,
Far-far-away?

Mother To Babe

© George Meredith

Fleck of sky you are,
Dropped through branches dark,
O my little one, mine!
Promise of the star,
Outpour of the lark;
Beam and song divine.

The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto V.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

III The Heart's Prophecies
Be not amazed at life; 'tis still
The mode of God with His elect
Their hopes exactly to fulfil,
In times and ways they least expect.

Fragments Of An Unfinished Drama

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

ANOTHER SCENE
Indian Youth and Lady.

Sorrows Importunity

© Alfred Austin

When Sorrow first came wailing to my door,
April rehearsed the madrigal of May;
And, as I ne'er had seen her face before,
I kept on singing, and she went her way.

The Orphan's Song

I had a little bird,
I took it from the nest;
I prest it, and blest it,
And nurst it in my breast.

Give Your Wish Light

By day and night dream about happy death,

Poor dog give your heart room, drag at the chain,

If I Had Youth

If I had youth I'd bid the world to try me;

I'd answer every challenge to my will.

A Farmhouse Dirge

Will you walk with me to the brow of the hill, to visit the farmer's wife,
Whose daughter lies in the churchyard now, eased of the ache of life?
Half a mile by the winding lane, another half to the top:
There you may lean o'er the gate and rest; she will want me awhile to stop,
Stop and talk of her girl that is gone and no more will wake or weep,
Or to listen rather, for sorrow loves to babble its pain to sleep.

Milk For The Cat

© Harold Monro

When the tea is brought at five o'clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.