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She Saunters By The Swinging Seas

© William Ernest Henley

She sauntered by the swinging seas,
A jewel glittered at her ear,
And, teasing her along, the breeze
Brought many a rounded grace more near.

Truly Great

© William Henry Davies

My walls outside must have some flowers,
My walls within must have some books;
A house that's small; a garden large,
And in it leafy nooks.

This night, as I sit here alone,
And brood on what is dead and gone,
The owl that's in this Highgate Wood,
Has found his fellow in my mood;
To every star, as it doth rise -
Oh-o-o! Oh-o-o! he shivering cries.

Sonnet 86: Alas, Whence Come This Change Of Looks?

© Sir Philip Sidney

Alas, whence come this change of looks? If I
Have chang'd desert, let mine own conscience be
A still-felt plague, to self-condemning me:
Let woe gripe on my heart, shame load mine eye.

The New Year

© John Greenleaf Whittier

THE wave is breaking on the shore,
The echo fading from the chime;
Again the shadow moveth o'er
The dial-plate of time!

The Rain

© William Henry Davies

I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.

The Dead Moment

© Muriel Stuart

THE world is changed between us, never more

Shall the dawn rise and seek another mate

Had I a Heart for Falsehood Framed

© Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Had I a heart for falsehood framed,

I ne'er could injure you;

The Kingfisher

© William Henry Davies

It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mothers name was Tears,
So runs it in my blood to choose

The Happy Child

© William Henry Davies

I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick --
But not one like the child did pick.I heard the packhounds in green park --
But no dog like the child heard bark.I heard this day bird after bird --
But not one like the child has heard.A hundred butterflies saw I --

The Flood

© William Henry Davies

I thought my true love slept;
Behind her chair I crept
And pulled out a long pin;
The golden flood came out,
She shook it all about,
With both our faces in.

The Dark Hour

And now, when merry winds do blow,
And rain makes trees look fresh,
An overpowering staleness holds
This mortal flesh.

The Child and the Mariner

A dear old couple my grandparents were,
And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven
The lamb that Jesus petted when a child;
Their faith was never draped by Doubt: to them

Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Pleasure. Book II.

My full design with vast expense achieved,
I came, beheld, admired, reflected, grieved:
I chid the folly of my thoughtless haste,
For, the work perfected, the joy was past.