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I hear a cry from the Sansard cave,
O mother, will no one hearken?
A cry of the lost, will no one save?
A cry of the dead, though the oceans rave,
And the scream of a gull as he wheels o'er a grave,
While the shadows darken and darken.'

At Applewaite, Near Keswick 1804

© William Wordsworth

BEAUMONT! it was thy wish that I should rear

A seemly Cottage in this sunny Dell,

To a Friend upon Overbury's wife given to her

© Henry King

I know no fitter subject for your view
Then this, a meditation ripe for you,
As you for it. Which when you read you'l see
What kind of wife your self will one day bee:

"I'm like all lovers, wanting love to be"

© Lesbia Harford

I'm like all lovers, wanting love to be
A very mighty thing for you and me.
In certain moods your love should be a fire
That burnt your very life up in desire.

A Song For Yule

© Madison Julius Cawein

The Gypsies Road

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I shall go on the gypsies' road,

The road that has no ending;

The Mother Gives Up Her Daughter

© Katharine Tynan

Though I must yield her up to you, her lover,
I have had sweetness more than you can know,
The little great-eyed maid beyond recover,
And all her tender worship long ago.

Ode To Beauty

© Henry James Pye

I.

Enchanting power! whose influence blest

St. Michael's Mount

© William Lisle Bowles

INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD SOMERS.

While summer airs scarce breathe along the tide,

The Rovers

© Henry Lawson

Some born of homely parents

For ages settled down

A Friend's Greeting

© Edgar Albert Guest

DIAMONDS wouldn't tell yer all I really think of you,
The costliest gift the goldsmith makes I'm sure would never do.
There's nothing known that gold can buy that I could ever send
That could explain how glad I am to have yer fer a friend.