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A Night In Babylon.

© Robert Crawford

We whom to-night Love keeps awake
For his own joy, may one day break
Our fast in some Lethéan cave,
When we but a faint memory have,

Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The Second

© Francis Thompson

'Tis a vision:
Yet the greeneries Elysian
He has known in tracts afar;
Thus the enamouring fountains flow,
Those the very palms that grow,
By rare-gummed Sava, or Herbalimar. -

What Chris'mas Fetched The Wigginses

© James Whitcomb Riley

Wintertime, er Summertime,

Of late years I notice I'm,

Loves Wisdom

© Alfred Austin

Love, that in my mind seeks Reason's aid. Paraphrase.

I crave not love, for it would only bring

Paradise Lost : Book I.

© John Milton

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit

Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste

The Rain: A Song Of Peace

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain-
Welcome, welcome, it cometh again;
It cometh with green to gladden the plain,
And to wake the sweets in the winding lane.

Solitude

© Sir Henry Parkes

Where the mocking lyre-bird calls

To its mate among the falls

Sonnet 139: "O! call not me to justify the wrong..."

© William Shakespeare

O! call not me to justify the wrong

That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;

The Sussex Sailor

© Alfred Noyes

O, once, by Cuckmere Haven,

I heard a sailor sing

Everyday Characters IV - My Partner

"There is, perhaps, no subject of more universal interest in the whole range of natural knowledge, than that of the unceasing fluctuations which take place in the atmosphere in which we are immersed."

-- British Almanack.

Rokeby: Canto I.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

The Moon is in her summer glow,

Sonnet XVII

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

My love, and not I, is the egoist.

My love for thee loves itself more than thee;

My Heart Is Resting, O My Lord

Perfection

THIS rose, to which each dawn anew
Come bees to fill their honey-sacks,
Though sweet in shape, and scent, and hue,
Perfection lacks.

Extract From "A New England Legend"

How has New England's romance fled,

Even as a vision of the morning!

A Sun-Day Hymn

LORD of all being! throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!

The Lord Is My Shepherd

The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wandring, redeems when oppressed.