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November

© Giovanni Pascoli

Gemlike the air, the sun so bright above
you look for blossoms on the apricot trees,
recall the bitter whitethorn scent you love
and sniff the breeze.

The Text

© Charles Lamb

One Sunday eve a grave old man,
Who had not been at church, did say,
"Eliza, tell me, if you can,
What text our Doctor took to-day?"

Science

© Robinson Jeffers

Man, introverted man, having crossed

In passage and but a little with the nature of things this latter

Death Of Archbishop Turpin. (From The French)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Then Turpin died in service of Charlon,
In battle great and eke great orison;--
'Gainst Pagan host alway strong champion;
God grant to him His holy benison.

Zunday

© William Barnes

In zummer, when the sheädes do creep

Below the Zunday steeple, round

Englysh Metamorphosis

© Thomas Chatterton

BOOKE st.

WHANNE Scythyannes, salvage as the wolves theie chacde,

Tale IV

© George Crabbe

harm;
Give me thy pardon," and he look'd alarm:
Meantime the prudent Dinah had contrived
Her soul to question, and she then revived.
"See! my good friend," and then she raised her

A Wedding In War-Time

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Our God who made two lovers in a garden,

And smote them separate and set them free,

The Jessamine And The Morning-Glory

© Madison Julius Cawein

I.

On a sheet of silver the morning-star lay

The Rose Delima

© William Henry Drummond

"On Anticosti shore we hear de breaker roar
An' reef of dead Man's Islan' too we know,
But we never miss de way, no matter night or
day,
De Rose Delima schooner an' Captinne
Baribeau."

Mid-Forest Fear

© Roderic Quinn

She is standing at the gate,
Tall and sweet,
And although the hour be late
She will greet

Sinners, Obey the Gospel-Word!

Sinners, obey the gospel-word!
Haste to the supper of my Lord!
Be wise to know your gracious day;
All things are ready, come away!

For the first time since he was born
Her son, her rose without a thorn,
They are at variance, they who were
Always such closest friends and dear.
Another face is in his dreams
Under the sunbeams and moonbeams.

July The Fourth

As when a little babe is born the parents cannot guess
The story of the future years, their grief or happiness,
So came America to earth, the child of higher things,
A nation that should light the way for all men's visionings;
A land with but a dream to serve, such was our country then,
A prophet to prepare the way of liberty of men!

Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VIII -- Bhishma-Badha - (Fall of Bhishma)

All negotiations for a peaceful partition of the Kuru kingdom having
failed, both parties now prepared for a battle, perhaps the most
sanguinary that was fought on the plains of India in the ancient
times. It was a battle of nations, for all warlike races in Northern
India took a share in it.