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The Planting

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

PLANT it safe and sure, my child,
Then cease watching and cease weeping;
You have done your utmost part:
Leave it with a quiet heart:
It will grow while you are sleeping.

The Ring And The Book - Chapter V - Count Guido Franceschini

© Robert Browning

That is a way, thou whisperest in my ear!
I doubt, I will decide, then act, said I
Then beckoned my companions: Time is come!

The Wind At Night

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

O SUDDEN blast, that through this silence black
Sweeps past my windows,
Coming and going with invisible track
As death or sin does,--

Coming Home

© Augusta Davies Webster

Anyhow
I've poetry and music too to-day
in the very clatter: it goes "Home, home, home."

The Third Booke Of Qvodlibets

© Robert Hayman

Kings doe correct those that Rebellious are,
And their good Subjects worthily preferre:
Iust Epigrams reproue those that offend,
And those that vertuous are, she doth commend.

All day the wife of Pharaoh had paced the palace hall
Or the long white pillared court that was open to the sky;
A passion of wild restlessness ensnared her in its thrall
While she fought a fear within her--a thing that would not die.

SONNET. To Patience

© Henry King

Down stormy passions, down; no more
Let your rude waves invade the shore
Where blushing reason sits and hides
Her from the fury of your tides.

The First Booke Of Qvodlibets

© Robert Hayman

Though my best lines no dainty things affords,
My worst haue in them some thing else then words.

Foma Bobrov And His Spouse

© Daniil Ivanovich Kharms

GRANNY Bobrov (Playing patience) Now that's the card. Oh, it's all coming out topsy-turvy! A king. And where am I supposed to put that? Just when you want one, there's never a five around. Oh, I could do with a five! Now it'll be the five. Oh, sod it, another king!

She flings the cards on to the table with such force that a porcelain vase falls off the table and smashes.

North Wind

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

LOUD wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains,
Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea,
Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy fountains,
Draughts of life to me.

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto XI.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

II
This learn'd I, watching where she danced,
Native to melody and light,
And now and then toward me glanced,
Pleased, as I hoped, to please my sight.

Mason And Slidell: A Yankee Idyll

© James Russell Lowell

Wut! they ha'n't hanged 'em?
Then their wits is gone!
Thet's the sure way to make a goose a swan!

The World In The Heart

© Jane Taylor

The charms of mental converse some may fear,
Who scruple not to lend a ready ear
To kitchen tales, of scandal, strife, and love,
Which make the maid and mistress hand and glove ;
And ever deem the sin and danger less,
Merely for being in a vulgar dress.