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Flint and Feather

© Emily Pauline Johnson

Ojistoh1.2Of him whose name breathes bravery and life1.3And courage to the tribe that calls him chief.1.4I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he1.5Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me.

Bewailing in my chamber thus allone, Despeired of all joye and remedye,For-tirit of my thoght, and wo begone, Unto the wyndow gan I walk in hye, To se the warld and folk that went forby;As for the tyme, though I of mirthis fudeMyght have no more, to luke it did me gude

Orchids

© Hyde Robin

Orchids, it was, she liked

In Darkness

© Hyde Robin

Lying awake in the darkI have suddenly thought(At the clasp of unseen fingers under my head),"God is no moreThan any apple-bough, then,Where the birds of the air have nest --Than the little, hardly-soughtHome of the field-mouse, high in the tawny grain,Where the spoiler looks in vain;Than the lowly earthen doorWhere the vixen runs to hide, as the bold hunt passesIn flurry of blood-red music and blood-crazed men;Than the bending meadow grassesUnder the breast of the lark

Hanmer Woods

© Hyde Robin

Autumn will walk there, with a breath of stardust,With the burnt brown fronds of bracken in her hair;Autumn will come with the frost on briar berries,And clean blue mornings, and smoke-hazed air.

Half Moon

© Hyde Robin

The little pools of starlight splashAgainst the poplars' slender lines;The moon is like a golden comb,Caught in the tresses of the pines.

Growing Old

© Hyde Robin

This it is to grow old,That I shall loseThe gift of laughter at small and simple things;And, if ever old dreams fly past me, the brush of wings,Damp with Elysian dews,Will seem strange and cold

From Shanklin

© Huxley Thomas Henry

March 1, 1887

Browning's Funeral

© Huxley Henrietta Anne Heathorn

December 31, 1889

Down Hearted Blues

© Hunter Alberta

Gee, but it's hard to love someone, when that someone don't love you

Stone, Steel, Dominions Pass (XXIV)

© Alfred Edward Housman

Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder.So leave alone the grass That I am under.All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever;Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.

A Shropshire Lad LXII: "Terence, this is stupid stuff

© Alfred Edward Housman

"Terence, this is stupid stuff:You eat your victuals fast enough;There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,To see the rate you drink your beer

Absence, Hear thou my Protestation

© John Moses Hoskyns

Absence, hear thou my protestation Against thy strength, Distance and length:Do what thou canst for alteration; For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth join, and time doth settle.

The Wreck of the Deutschland (Dec. 6, 7, 1875)

[[A-text]]to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns,exiles by the Falck Laws, drowned betweenmidnight & morning of December 7 [[1875]].

The Lingam and the Yoni

The Lingham and the YoniAre walking hand in glove,O are you listening, honey?I hear my honey-love.

The Flâneur

I love all sights of earth and skies,From flowers that glow to stars that shine;The comet and the penny show,All curious things, above, below,Hold each in turn my wandering eyes:I claim the Christian Pagan's line,Humani nihil, -- even so, --And is not human life divine?

When soft the western breezes blow,And strolling youths meet sauntering maids,I love to watch the stirring tradesBeneath the Vallombrosa shadesOur much-enduring elms bestow;The vender and his rhetoric's flow,That lambent stream of liquid lies;The bait he dangles from his line,The gudgeon and his gold-washed prize