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Czar Alexander The Second

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

FROM him did forty million serfs, endow'd

Each with six feet of death-due soil, receive

Love's Vision.

© Robert Crawford

I am one with thee, and thou
Art a vision of me now,
Which love, and not life, has made;
It with life, then, may not fade,

Christmas

© Edith Nesbit

WITH garlands to grace it, with laughter to greet it,

Christmas is here, holly-red and snow-white,

A Dramatic Fragment

© Charles Lamb

"Fie upon't!
All men are false, I think. The date of love
Is out, expired, its stories all grown stale,
O'erpast, forgotten, like an antique tale
Of Hero and Leander."

But the Queen's host by skilful champions led,
Its powers meanwhile concentred to a head,
Lay, an embattled force with wary eye,
Ready to ward or strike whene'er the cry
Of coming foemen on their ears should fall,
Nigh the huge towers which guard the capital.

The Birds Of Cirencester

© Francis Bret Harte

Did I ever tell you, my dears, the way

That the birds of Cisseter--"Cisseter!" eh?

Thomas Starr King

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The great work laid upon his twoscore years

Is done, and well done. If we drop our tears,

Mother

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

If I should rise amidst the assembled dead,
Calling for thee, whose fond hands often led
Me in young years, in that far unknown place
To help me there, and could not find thy face !

Its good to feel you are close to me

© Pablo Neruda

Its good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.

The Sun Of The First Day

© Rabindranath Tagore

The sun of the first day
Put the question
To the new manifestation of life-
Who are you?
There was no answer.
Years passed by.

Flower-De-Luce: Palingenesis

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I lay upon the headland-height, and listened
To the incessant sobbing of the sea
In caverns under me,
And watched the waves, that tossed and fled and glistened,
Until the rolling meadows of amethyst
Melted away in mist.

From The Porch At Runnymede

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I stand above the city's rush and din,
And gaze far down with calm and undimmed eyes,
To where the misty smoke wreath grey and dim
Above the myriad roofs and spires rise;

Parting Hymn

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FATHER of Mercies, Heavenly Friend,
We seek thy gracious throne;
To Thee our faltering prayers ascend,
Our fainting hearts are known.

The Sangreal

Through the wood the sunny day
Glimmered sweetly glad;
Through the wood his weary way
Rode sir Galahad.

The Snow-Field

But even then I saw before my feet
A line of pointed footprints in the snow:
Some roving chamois, but an hour ago,
Had passed this way along his journey fleet,
And left a message from a friend unknown
To cheer my pilgrim-heart, no more alone.

The Vision Of The Holy Grail

© Eugene Field

_Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth,
To fill our hearts with heedless mirth
This holy Christmasse time;
But give us of thy heavenly cheere
That we may hold thy love most deere
And know thy peace sublime._

Protogenes And Apelles

She said; and to his hand restored
The rival pledge, the missive board.
Upon the happy line were laid
Such obvious light and easy shade,
That Paris' apple stood confest,
Or Leda's egg, or Cloe's breast.