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Father, I Know That All My Life

© Anna Laetitia Waring

I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And to wipe the weeping eyes;
And a heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathise.

For A Child

© Harriet Monroe

Still he lies,
Pale, wan, and strangely wise.
Under the white coverlet
He lies here sleeping yet,
Though it is day,
Though through the window flares the gaudy day.

The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Second Dialogue=

MARICONDO. Here you see a flaming yoke enveloped in knots round which is
written: Levius aura; which means that Divine love does not weigh down,
nor carry his servant captive and enslaved to the lowest depths, but
raises him, supports him and magnifies him above all liberty whatsoever.

Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the middle of the town,
From its fountains in the hills,
Tumbling through the narrow gorge,
The Canneto rushes down,
Turns the great wheels of the mills,
Lifts the hammers of the forge.

The Wraith

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Ah me, it is cold and chill
And the fire sobs low in the grate,
While the wind rides by on the hill,
And the logs crack sharp with hate.

The Ring And The Book - Chapter IX - Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius

© Robert Browning

Thus
Would I defend the step,were the thing true
Which is a fable,see my former speech,
That Guido slept (who never slept a wink)
Through treachery, an opiate from his wife,
Who not so much as knew what opiates mean.

The Wind's Royalty

© William Wilfred Campbell

This summer day is all one palace rare,

Builded by architects of life unseen,

Orlando Furioso Canto 22

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Atlantes' magic towers Astolpho wight

A Song Of Parting

© Edith Nesbit

QUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song
The richest crown a poet ever wore,
Since I have given you songs a whole year long,
Stoop, of your grace, and take this one song more.

For Class Meeting

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,

To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it has been,

Metamorphoses: Book The First

© Ovid

OF bodies chang'd to various forms, I sing:
Ye Gods, from whom these miracles did spring,
Inspire my numbers with coelestial heat;
'Till I my long laborious work compleat:

To Ferdinand Seymour

© Caroline Norton

In sweet contrast are ye met,
Such as heart could ne'er forget:
Thou art brilliant as a flower,
Crimsoning in the sunny hour;
Merry as a singing-bird,
In the green wood sweetly heard;

The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 8

WHEN Turnus had assembled all his powrs,

His standard planted on Laurentums towrs;

Ode

With lighter toil than that of brain or heart,
In the sweet pause of outward life takes part;
And hope, and fear,desire, love, joy, and sorrow,
Wait, 'neath sleep's downy wings, the coming morrow.
Peace upon earth, profoundest peace in heaven,
Praises the God of Peace, by whom 'tis given.