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On a Tear
© Samuel Rogers
Oh! that the Chemist's magic art
Could crystallize this sacred treasure!
Long should it glitter near my heart,
A secret source of pensive pleasure.
On Bishop Burnet's Being Set On Fire In His Closet
© Thomas Parnell
Unwarn'd by this, go on the realm to fright,
Thou Briton, vaunting in thy second-sight;
In such a Ministry you safely tell,
How much you'd suffer, if Religion fell.
On The Evening And Morning
© George Moses Horton
When Evening bids the Sun to rest retire,
Unwearied Ether sets her lamps on fire;
Lit by one torch, each is supplied in turn,
Till all the candles in the concave burn.
On A Letter
© Mathilde Blind
I.
SUNBEAMS can fling no purer brightness o'er the sea
And rain-showers bring no surer blessing to the lea,
And lilies wing with no more sweetness the gold bee,
Than those few lines thy hand has penned have brought to me.
On The Plaza
© Bliss William Carman
One August day I sat beside
A café window open wide
To let the shower-fresh ened air
Blow in across the Plaza, where
On Keats, Who Desired That On His Tomb Should Be Inscribed--
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'Here lieth One whose name was writ on water.
But, ere the breath that could erase it blew,
Death, in remorse for that fell slaughter,
Death, the immortalizing winter, flew
On The Big Horn
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE years are but half a score,
And the war-whoop sounds no more
With the blast of bugles, where
Straight into a slaughter pen,
Obsession
© Charles Baudelaire
Grands bois, vous m'effrayez comme des cathédrales;
Vous hurlez comme l'orgue; et dans nos coeurs maudits,
Chambres d'éternel deuil où vibrent de vieux râles,
Répondent les échos de vos De profundis.
On Sr Charles Porter The Chancellours Death
© Thomas Parnell
& tis too true alass! we find, he's gonn,
Virtue from earth a second time is flown,
On A True Friend (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Hast thou a friend? thou hast indeed
A rich and large supply.
Treasure to serve your every need,
Well managed, till you die.
Once For All
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I said: This is a beautiful fresh rose.
I said: I will delight me with its scent,
Our Heritage
© William Henry Ogilvie
This is our heritage; the far-flung grass,
The golden stubble and the dark-red moor;
Over And Done
© Edith Nesbit
WE might have held back from Love's draught divine
For many a wistful sad-and-happy day,
Old Mates
© David McKee Wright
. I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had been longish and cold,
My swag ain't too heavy to carry, but then I begin to get old.
I came through this way to the diggings - how long will that be ago now?
Thirty years! how the country has altered, and miles of it under the plough,
And Jack was my mate on the journey - we both run away from the sea;
He's got on in the world and I haven't, and now he looks sideways on me.
Of Heaven
© John Bunyan
Heaven is a place, also a state,
It doth all things excel,
No man can fully it relate,
Nor of its glory tell.
O'er The Wood's Brow
© Paul Verlaine
O'er the wood's brow,
Pale, the moon stares;
In every bough
Wandering airs
Faintly suspire. . . .
On Happiness In This Life
© Thomas Parnell
The morning opens very freshly gay
And life itself is in the month of May.
On Late Acquired Wealth (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Poor in my youth, and in life's later scenes
Rich to no end, I curse my natal hour,
Who nought enjoy'd while young, denied the means;
And nought when old enjoy'd, denied the power.
On A Lady With A Foul Breath
© Thomas Parnell
Art thou alive? It cannot be,
There's so much Rottenness in Thee,
