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The Sentence

© Robert Creeley

There is that in love
which, by the syntax of,
men find women and join
their bodies to their minds

Fragments

© George Meredith

This love of nature, that allures to take
Irregularity for harmony
Of larger scope than our hard measures make,
Cherish it as thy school for when on thee
The ills of life descend.

Dr. Doddridges Dog

© George MacDonald

My little dog, who blessed you
With such white toothy-pegs?
And who was it that dressed you
In such a lot of legs?

Dear Is The Lost Wife To A Lone Man's Heart

Dear is the lost wife to a lone man's heart,
When in a dream he meets her at his door,
And, waked for joy, doth know she dwells apart,
All unresponsive on a silent shore;
Dearer, yea, more desired art thou-for thee
My divine heart yearns by the jasper sea.

Earth Voices

© Bliss William Carman

"Across the sleeping furrows
I call the buried seed,
And blade and bud and blossom
Awaken at my need.

Envoy

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Clear was the night: the moon was young:
The larkspurs in the plots
Mingled their orange with the gold
Of the forget-me-nots.

Hymn XVI: Happy the Souls That First Believed

© Charles Wesley

Happy the souls that first believed,
To Jesus and each other cleaved,
Joined by the unction from above
In mystic fellowship of love.

How Still, How Happy!

© Emily Jane Brontë

How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge,
The changing heaven the breezy weather,

Menace

© Katharine Tynan

Oh, when the land is white as milk
With bloom that lets no leaf between,
When trees are clad in grass-green silk
And thrushes sing in a gold screen:
What is it ails Dark Rosaleen?

To My Godchild-Francis M. W. M.

© Francis Thompson

This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon,

Riding at anchor off the orient sun,

Squire Hawkins's Story

© James Whitcomb Riley

He sized it all; and Patience laid
Her hand in John's, and looked afraid,
And waited. And a stiller set
O' folks, I KNOW, you never met
In any court room, where with dread
They wait to hear a verdick read.

Conscription

There is a shadow on the head I love,

There is a danger lurks thy path upon,

Pharsalia - Book V: The Oracle. The Mutiny. The Storm

While soldier thus and chief,
In doubtful sort, against their hidden fate
Devised their counsel, Appius alone
Feared for the chances of the war, and sought
Through Phoebus' ancient oracle to break
The silence of the gods and know the end.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Theologian's Tale; Torquemada

O pitiless skies! why did your clouds retain
For peasants' fields their floods of hoarded rain?
O pitiless earth! why open no abyss
To bury in its chasm a crime like this?