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The Meadow

© Archibald Lampman

Here when the cloudless April days begin,

And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day,

Mirage

© Ada Cambridge

Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking,
That our horizon wears so strange a hue?
Is it but one more dream, or are we waking
To find that dreams, at last, are coming true?

The Farm House By The River

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know a little country place

Where still my heart doth linger,

Reflections of a Proud Pedestrian

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

I saw the curl of his waving lash,
And the glance of his knowing eye,
And I knew that he thought he was cutting a dash,
As his steed went thundering by.

Unveiled

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

Oh! sometimes by the fire
Of holy passion, in me, all subdued,
And melted to a mortal woman's mood,
Tender and warm,--
She, from her goddess height,
In gracious answer to my soul's desire,

Margaret's Song

© Lascelles Abercrombie

Too soothe and mild your lowland airs
for one whose hope is gone:
I'm think of the little tarn,
Brown, very lone.

A rainy day in camp! how you draw the blankets closer,
As the big drops patter, patter on the shingles overhead,
How you shudder when recalling your wife's "You ought to know, sir,
That its dangerous and improper to smoke a pipe in bed."

To Nimue

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I had clean forgotten all, her face who had caused my trouble.
Gone was she as a cloud, as a bird which passed in the wind, as a glittering stream--borne bubble,
As a shadow set by a ship on the sea, where the sail looks down on its double.

Yarrow Revisited

© William Wordsworth

. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,

Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"

The Wolf And Shepherds. A Fable

© James Beattie

Laws, as we read in ancient sages,
Have been like cobwebs in all ages:
Cobwebs for little flies are spread,
And laws for little folks are made;

A Poem On The Last Day - Book I

© Edward Young

When, lo, a mighty trump, one half conceal'd
In clouds, one half to mortal eye reveal'd,
Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call
Shall rattle in the centre of the ball;
The' extended circuit of creation shake,
The living die with fear, the dead awake.

The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part II

© Mathilde Blind

I.

THERE was a windless mere, on whose smooth breast

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Student's Tale; Emma and Eginhard

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Smaragdo, Abbot of St. Michael's, said,
With many a shrug and shaking of the head,
Surely some demon must possess the lad,
Who showed more wit than ever schoolboy had,
And learned his Trivium thus without the rod;
But Alcuin said it was the grace of God.

Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part I

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

YE interstellar spaces, serene and still and clear.
Above, below, around!
Ye gray unmeasured breadths of ether, sphere on sphere!
We listen, but no sound
Rings from your depths profound.

Xantippe(A Fragment)

© Amy Levy

What, have I waked again? I never thought

To see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey,

A Poet's Home

When you unto the highest do attain
An intermixture both of wood and plain
You shall behold, which, though aloft it lie,
Hath downs for sheep and fields for husbandry,
So much, at least, as little needeth more,
If not enough to merchandise their store.

Of The Love Of Christ

© John Bunyan

The love of Christ, poor I! may touch upon;

But 'tis unsearchable. O! there is none

A Panegyric

While with a strong and yet a gentle hand,
You bridle faction, and our hearts command,
Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe,
Make us unite, and make us conquer too;