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Picture Songs
© George MacDonald
A pale green sky is gleaming;
The steely stars are few;
The moorland pond is steaming
A mist of gray and blue.
Piscataqua River
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Thou singest by the gleaming isles,
By woods, and fields of corn,
Thou singest, and the sunlight smiles
Upon my birthday morn.
Piety: Or, The Vision
© Thomas Parnell
But still I fear, unwarm'd with holy flame,
I take for truth the flatt'ries of a dream;
And barely wish the wond'rous gift I boast,
And faintly practise what deserves it most.
Peruvian Tales: Cora, Tale IV
© Helen Maria Williams
ALMAGRO'S expedition to Chili-His troops suffer great hardships from cold, in crossing the Andes-They reach Chili-The Chilians make a brave resistance-The revolt of the Peruvians in Cuzco--They are led on by MANCO CAPAC , the successor of ATALIBA -Parting with CORA , his wife-The Peruvians regain half their city-ALMAGRO leaves Chili-To avoid the Andes, he crosses a vast desert-His troops can find no water-They divide into two bands-ALPHONSO leads the second band, which soon reaches a fertile valley-The Spaniards observe that the natives are employed in searching the streams for gold-They resolve to attack them.
Phoebus Mistaken
© Samuel Boyse
When Apollo pursu'd his coy Mistress of old,
If his Harp, as they tell us, was made of right Gold;
Psalm LXXXII. (82)
© John Milton
God in the *great *assembly stands *Bagnadath-el
Of Kings and lordly States,
Among the gods* on both his hands. *Bekerev.
He judges and debates.
Poem
© Alan Dugan
After your first poetry reading
I shook hands with you
and got a hard-on. Thank you.
We know that old trees
Psyche
© Robert Laurence Binyon
She is not fair, as some are fair,
Cold as the snow, as sunshine gay:
On her clear brow, come grief what may,
She suffers not too stern an air;
Pastorals
© George Meredith
How sweet on sunny afternoons,
For those who journey light and well,
To loiter up a hilly rise
Which hides the prospect far beyond,
And fancy all the landscape lying
Beautiful and still;
Pretence. Part I - Table-Talk
© John Kenyon
The youth, who long hath trod with trusting feet,
Starts from the flash which shows him life's deceit;
Then, with slow footstep, ponders, undeceived,
On all his heart, for many a year, believed;
But hence he eyes the world with sharpened view,
And learns, too soon, to separate false from true.
Praise And Prayer
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
DOUBT spake no word in me as there I kneeled.
Loathing, I could not praise: I could not thank
Picture Books
© Edgar Albert Guest
I HOLD the finest picture-books
Are woods an' fields an' runnin' brooks;
Patriotism
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Is the tree living I once thought dead?
Mo chraoibhin aoibhinn O,
