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Mariana in the Moated Grange

© Alfred Tennyson

With blackest moss the flower-plots

Were thickly crusted, one and all:

Orlando Furioso Canto 9

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

So far Orlando wends, he comes to where

Youth and Age

© Vance Palmer

Youth that rides the wildest horse,

Youth that throws the deadliest steer,

Trouble

© Edgar Albert Guest

Trouble is an exerciser
Sent us by a Wisdom wiser
Than the mind of man possesses.
Doubts and dangers and distresses
Come not purposely to best us,
But to strengthen us and test us.

South-West Wind In The Woodland

© George Meredith

The silence of preluded song -

AEolian silence charms the woods;

One Whisper of the Beloved

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Lovers share a sacred decree
to seek the Beloved.
They roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.

To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; these humbly presented.

© Anne Bradstreet

Dear Sir of late delighted with the sight

Of your four Sisters cloth'd in black and white,

A Secret Place

© Robert Laurence Binyon

O my peace, O well
So deep no thought could sound it,
Whence arose thy spell
When in my heart I found it?

The Wind of Death

© Ethelwyn Wetherald

The wind of death, that softly blows

The last warm petal from the rose,

Life is but a Dream

© Lewis Carroll

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July

Glasgow

© Alexander Smith

SING, poet, 'tis a merry world;

That cottage smoke is rolled and curled

Rabbi Jehosha had the skill
To know that Heaven is in God's will;
And doing that, though for a space
One heart-beat long, may win a grace
As full of grandeur and of glow
As Princes of the Chariot know.

For The Commemoration Services

FOUR summers coined their golden light in leaves,
Four wasteful autumns flung them to the gale,
Four winters wore the shroud the tempest weaves,
The fourth wan April weeps o'er hill and vale;

Breton Afternoon

Here, where the breath of the scented-gorse floats through the
sun-stained air,
On a steep hill-side, on a grassy ledge, I have lain hours long
and heard
Only the faint breeze pass in a whisper like a prayer,
And the river ripple by and the distant call of a bird.

At Long Last

Late, late, the prize is drawn, the goal attained,
The Heart's Desire fulfilled, Love's guerdon gained.
Wealth's use is past, Fame's crown of laurel mocks
The downward-drooping head and grizzled locks.
The end is reached-the end of toil and strife-
The end of life.