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Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet II

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

'Twas thus with my Natalia, suppliant soul,
Who loved young Adrian to her heart's despite,
And loved him dearly, yet could not cajole
Her fears of ill nor use her woman's right

A Child's Evening Prayer

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
God grant me grace my prayers to say:
O God! preserve my mother dear
In strength and health for many a year;

For The Reader's Ear

© Jose Asuncion Silva

No, that was not passion,
It was the vague tenderness
Inspired by a sickly child,
Lang syne, and moon pale nights.

Loves Voyage

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

As once I sat upon the shore
There came to me a fairy boat,
A bark I never saw before,
Whose coming I had failed to note,

Ephesians IV. 30. "Grieve Not The Holy Spirit, &c."

And art thou grieved, sweet and sacred Dove,
When I am sowre,
And crosse thy love?
Grieved for me? the God of strength and power
Griev'd for a worm, which when I tread,
I passe away and leave it dead?

Thec Lanes Of Memory

© Edgar Albert Guest

Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear,
And looking back we smile to see life's bright red roses reappear,
The little sprigs of mignonette that smiled upon us as we passed,
The pansy and the violet, too sweet, we thought those days, to last.

The Forester

© Madison Julius Cawein

I met him here at Ammendorf one Spring.

It was the end of April and the Harz,

Sonnet XXXI: Her Gifts

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

High grace, the dower of queens; and therewithal

Some wood-born wonder's sweet simplicity;

To a Child Blowing Bubbles

© Alaric Alexander Watts

Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiled
Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs:
Ah! that once more I were a careless child! ~ COLERIDGE.

The Field Of The Grounded Arms, Saratoga

© Fitz-Greene Halleck

STRANGERS! your eyes are on that valley fixed
Intently, as we gaze on vacancy,
When the mind's wings overspread
The spirit-world of dreams.

The Soldier's Grave

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

THERE'S a white stone placed upon yonder tomb,
Beneath is a soldier lying -
The death-wound came, amid sword and plume,
When banner and ball were flying.

The Borough. Letter VI: Professions--Law

© George Crabbe

"TRADES and Professions"--these are themes the Muse,

Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;

An Hour

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Together by bright water
We sat, my love and I.
Light as a skimming swallow
The perfect hour went by

The Vale of Shanganah

When I have knelt in the temple of Duty,

Worshipping honour and valour and beauty-

For Dolly -- Who Does Not Learn Her Lessons

© Edith Nesbit

You see the fairies dancing in the fountain,

Laughing, leaping, sparkling with the spray;

France--December 1870

Henceforth of her the Gods are known,
Open to them her breast is laid.
Inveterate of brain, heart-valiant,
Never did fairer creature pant
Before the altar and the blade!