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Ephesus

© John Newton

Thus saith the Lord to Ephesus,
And thus he speaks to some of us;
Amidst my churches, lo, I stand,
And hold the pastors in my hand.

Paraphrases From Scriptures.

© Helen Maria Williams

Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should
not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea,
they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.

Seaside Talkers (Provincetown Summer of 1917)

And while the fishers clung to planks and spars
And rode the huge backs of waves, we sat
Beneath a young night full of summer stars:
And we discussed of life this way and that
Until we felt, when we arose for bed,
That there was nothing left had not been said.

To William Bell Scott

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

THE LARKS are loud above our leagues of whin

Now the suns perfume fills their glorious gold

I am the Great Sun

© Charles Causley

From a Normandy crucifix of 1632

I am the great sun, but you do not see me,

Thoughts

© Alexander Pushkin

If I walk the noisy streets,
Or enter a many thronged church,
Or sit among the wild young generation,
I give way to my thoughts.

Samson

© Frederick George Scott

Plunged in night, I sit alone
Eyeless on this dungeon stone,
Naked, shaggy, and unkempt,
Dreaming dreams no soul hath dreamt.

The Woman Of Samaria

© John Newton

Jesus, to what didst thou submit
To save thy dear-bought flock from hell!
Like a pour trav'ller see him sit,
Athirst, and weary, by the well.

To Horse And Away

© William Henry Ogilvie

When sorrows come sobbing

To clutch at the breast,

"Don't say he loves me as before..."

© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

* * *
Don't say he loves me as before,
That, as before, he treasures me...
no! He callously destroys my life,
Although I see the knife shake in his hand.

Paradise Lost : Book VIII.

© John Milton

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear

So charming left his voice, that he a while

In Sickness

© Augustus Montague Toplady

Jesus, since I with thee am one,
Confirm my soul in thee,
And still continue to tread down
The man of sin in me.

The Dreamer

© Madison Julius Cawein

Even as a child he loved to thrid the bowers,

And mark the loafing sunlight's lazy laugh;

The Lanes Of Apple Bloom

© Edgar Albert Guest

DOWN the lanes of apple bloom, we are treading once again,
Down the pathways rosy red trip the women-folk and men.
Love and laughter lead us on, light of heart as children gay,
June is smiling on us now, bidding us to romp and play.

The Workbox

© Thomas Hardy

See, here's the workbox, little wife,
That I made of polished oak.'
He was a joiner, of village life;
She came of borough folk.

To Death

Death! I have no cause to fear you!
Safe my path through life I tread;
If I'm Here, then I'm not near you,
If you are here, then I am dead.

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: VI

The Lyons fair! In truth it was a Heaven
For idlers' eyes, a feast of curious things,
Swings, roundabouts, and shows, the Champions Seven,
Dramas of battles and the deaths of kings,

Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard

© John Keats

Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies
For more adornment a full thousand years;
She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes,
And shap'd and tinted her above all Peers: