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Near Lanivet 1872

© Thomas Hardy

There was a stunted handpost just on the crest,
Only a few feet high:
She was tired, and we stopped in the twilight-time for her rest,
At the crossways close thereby.

Nature And Art. To My Friend Charles Booth Nettleton

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I.

THE young queen Nature, ever sweet and fair,

Need alone, Diophantus, imparts

© Theocritus

Need alone, Diophantus, imparts
The knowledge of arts,
And is the mistress of labor,
For corroding cares take everything

Natural Progress

© Benjamin Jonson

So we died:
what else was there to do?
But in all faith, we did our part!

Nemesis

© Arthur Henry Adams

All things must fade. There is for cities tall
The same tomorrow as for daffodils:
Time's wind, that casts the seed, the petal spills.
Grim London's ruined arches yet shall fall

Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXIV

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

And, feeling round him, lo, upon the mould
A pick and spade cast down by accident.
And Adrian laughed when in those engines cold
He guessed the furtherers of his heart's intent.

"Now that I have won"

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Now that I have won
Long despaired of peace,
And those fears are flown
That vext so my heart's ease;

Night Lyric

© Bliss William Carman

ON the world's far edges
Faint and blue,
Where the rocky ledges
Stand in view,

National Anniversay Ode

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Ho! for the day in the whole year the brightest!

Long may it live in the heart of the nation!

Neds Delicate Way

© Henry Lawson

Ned knew I was short of tobacco one day,
And that I was too proud to ask for it;
He hated such pride, but his delicate way
Forbade him to take me to task for it.

No Message

© Mary Hannay Foott

She heard the story of the end,
Each message, too, she heard;
And there was one for every friend;
For her alone - no word.

Night

In the night, in the night,

When thou liest alone,

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font;
The firefly wakens, waken thou with me.