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Beaver Brook

© James Russell Lowell

Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill,
And, minuting the long day's loss,
The cedar's shadow, slow and still,
Creeps o'er its dial of gray moss.

A Song For Evaleen

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Sing a song for Evaleen, only two years old,

Running laughing on life's path in her wilful way;

A certain yaksha who had been negligent in the execution of his own duties,
on account of a curse from his master which was to be endured for a year and
which was onerous as it separated him from his beloved, made his residence
among the hermitages of Ramagiri, whose waters were blessed by the bathing
of the daughter of Janaka1 and whose shade trees grew in profusion.

For a Statue of the Heavenly Aphrodite

© Theocritus

Aphrodite stands here; she of heavenly birth;
Not that base one who's wooed by the children of earth.
'Tis a goddess; bow down. And one blemishless all,
Chrysogone, placed her in Amphicles' hall:

The Common Joys

© Edgar Albert Guest

THESE joys are free to all who live

The rich and poor, the great and low:

A Treatise On Poetry: IV Natura

© Czeslaw Milosz

The garden of Nature opens.
The grass at the threshold is green.
And an almond tree begins to bloom.

Epitaph.

© Arthur Henry Adams

The Earth Speaks:
HUSH! he drowses, drowses deep,
While my quiet arms I keep
Close about him in his sleep.

The Shepherd and the Philosopher

© John Gay

A deep philosopher (whose rules
Of moral life were drawn from schools)
The shepherd's homely cottage sought,
And thus explor'd his reach of thought.

In Memoriam~ -- Alice Fane Gunn Stenhouse

© Henry Kendall

The grand, authentic songs that roll
Across grey widths of wild-faced sea,
The lordly anthems of the Pole,
Are loud upon the lea.

Clifden, In Cunnemara

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Here the vast daughters of the eastward tide,
Heaved from the bosoms of the' Atlantic deep,
Lay down the burthen of their mighty forms,
Like some diviner natures of our kind,

Loves Lord

© Edward Dowden

WHEN weight of all the garnerd years

Bows me, and praise must find relief

Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wa

Great Hope of Britain!-Here the Muse essays
A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise.
Be Her's a zeal of Public Spirit known!
A princely zeal!-a spirit all your own!

Sonnet XV: The Birth-Bond

Have you not noted, in some family

Where two were born of a first marriage-bed,

Little Wrangles

Lord, we've had our little wrangles, an' we've had our little bouts;
There's many a time, I reckon, that we have been on the outs;
My tongue's a trifle hasty an' my temper's apt to fly,
An' Mother, let me tell you, has a sting in her reply,
But I couldn't live without her, an' it's plain as plain can be
That in fair or sunny weather Mother needs a man like me.

Arides

© Ezra Pound

The bashful Arides
Has married an ugly wife,
He was bored with his manner of life,
Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might as
Well do this as anything else.