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On the Marriage of his Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wales, Extract
© Richard Owen Cambridge
Nor did there on the other side, I ween,
Forms though more soft, less heav'nly appear;
Old Counsel
© Herman Melville
Come out of the Golden Gate,
Go round the Horn with streamers,
Carry royals early and late;
But, brother, be not over-elate--
_All hands save ship!_ has startled dreamers.
One need not be a Chamberto be Haunted
© Emily Dickinson
One need not be a Chamberto be Haunted
One need not be a House
The Brain has Corridorssurpassing
Material Place
Occupation: Father
© Benjamin Jonson
Before his birth I thought
I had room for no more love:
now when he (say) hurts himself
love, consideration, care
(copies from the originals)
as if burst inside me.
Offering And Rebuff
© Carl Sandburg
I could love you
as dry roots love rain.
I could hold you
as branches in the wind
brandish petals.
Forgive me for speaking so soon.
Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Once more into my arid days like dew,
Like wind from an oasis, or the sound
Oxford
© Gerald Gould
I came to Oxford in the light
Of a spring-coloured afternoon;
Some clouds were grey and some were white,
And all were blown to such a tune
Of quiet rapture in the sky,
I laughed to see them laughing by.
Off Cape Colonna
© Herman Melville
Aloof they crown the foreland lone,
From aloft they loftier rise--
Fair columns, in the aureole rolled
From sunned Greek seas and skies.
They wax, sublimed to fancy's view,
A god-like group against the blue.
On Hearing The Princess Royal Sing
© Victor Marie Hugo
In thine abode so high
Where yet one scarce can breathe,
Dear child, most tenderly
A soft song thou dost wreathe.
Our Lives
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Our lives are songs. God writes the words,
And we set them to music at pleasure;
And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,
As we choose to fashion the measure.
Ode to Indolence
© William Shenstone
Ah! why for ever on the wing
Persists my wearied soul to roam?
Why, ever cheated, strives to bring
Or pleasure or contentment home?
On Receiving An Eagle's Quill From Lake Superior
© John Greenleaf Whittier
All day the darkness and the cold
Upon my heart have lain,
Like shadows on the winter sky,
Like frost upon the pane;
On The Death Of Princess Borghese, At Rome ,November, 1840
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Once, and but once again I dare to raise
A voice which thou in spirit still may'st hear,
Now that thy bridal bed becomes a bier,
Now that thou canst not blush at thine own praise!
On A Projected Journey
© Charles Lamb
To gratify his people's wish
See G--e at length prepare-
He's setting out for Hanover-
We've often wish'd him there.
Orpheus
© Emma Lazarus
ORPHEUS.
LAUGHTER and dance, and sounds of harp and lyre,
Piping of flutes, singing of festal songs,
Ribbons of flame from flaunting torches, dulled
Off The Track.
© James Brunton Stephens
OH where the deuce is the track, the track?
Round an' round, an' forrard, an' back!
