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Of The Loss of Time
© John Hoskins
If life be time that here is lent,
And time on earth be cast away,
Whoso his time hath here misspent,
Hath hastened his own dying day:
So it doth prove a killing crime
To massacre our living time.
On Leaving Bath.
© Mary Barber
The Britons, in their Nature shy,
View Strangers with a distant Eye:
We think them partial and severe;
And judge their Manners by their Air:
Are undeceiv'd by Time alone;
Their Value rises, as they're known.
"O all my labours scattered uselessly"
© Gaspara Stampa
All, all, in a moment, gathered by the breeze,
Since I have heard my impious lord
With my own ears, himself speak free,
Saying when near that he thinks of me,
And yet in leaving, in an instant leaves,
Of all my love, his every memory.
Our House
© Christopher Morley
IT should be yours, if I could build
The quaint old dwelling I desire,
With books and pictures bravely filled
And chairs beside an open fire,
White-panelled rooms with candles lit-
I lie awake to think of it!
On the Grasshopper (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Happy songster, perch'd above,
On the summit of the grove,
October
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
October is the treasurer of the year,
And all the months pay bounty to her store;
On Receiving Hayley's Picture
© William Cowper
In language warm as could be breathed or penned
Thy picture speaks the original my friend,
Not by those looks that indicate thy mind,
They only speak thee friend of all mankind;
Expression here more soothing still I see,
That friend of all, a partial friend to me.
On The Field Of Waterloo
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
So then, the name which travels side by side
With English life from childhoodWaterloo
O Cup Bearer
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
The heavens' green sea and the bark therein,
The slender bark of the crescent moon,
Are lost in thy bounty's radiant noon,
Vizir and pilgrim, Kawameddin!
On The Hills
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Drinking wide, sunny wind,
Hand within hand,
We look from hill to hill
Of our own land.
Origin Of The Liquor Dealer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
And he clasps the hands of the devil who stands
Bowing before his face.
And he says, "Dear friend, will you please to send
A lad to show me my place?"
Olney Hymn 47: The Hidden Life
© William Cowper
To tell the Saviour all my wants,
How pleasing is the task!
Nor less to praise Him when He grants
Beyond what I can ask.
O Beauty, Passing Beauty!
© Alfred Tennyson
O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet!
How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs?
Our Last Grand Camping Ground
© Henry Clay Work
On a pebly shore, where forevermore
Gently creeps a music laden wave -
On The Brink
© Charles Stuart Calverley
I watch'd her as she stoopd to pluck
A wild flower in her hair to twine;
Out With The World
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I'm out with all the world to-day,
So all the world to me is grey,
Ode
© Frances Anne Kemble
With lighter toil than that of brain or heart,
In the sweet pause of outward life takes part;
And hope, and fear,desire, love, joy, and sorrow,
Wait, 'neath sleep's downy wings, the coming morrow.
Peace upon earth, profoundest peace in heaven,
Praises the God of Peace, by whom 'tis given.
