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Raschi In Prague

© Emma Lazarus

Raschi of Troyes, the Moon of Israel,

The authoritative Talmudist, returned

Dauber

© John Masefield

I

Four bells were struck, the watch was called on deck,

An Old Umbrella

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

AN old umbrella in the hall,
Battered and baggy, quaint and queer;
By all the rains of many a year
Bent, stained, and faded that is all.

Autumn.

© Ada Cambridge

So still-so still! Only the endless sighing
Of sad Æolian harp-notes overhead;
Only the soft mass-music for the dying;
Only the requiem for the newly dead!

The Night

© Ada Cambridge

Watchman, what of the night?
See you a streak of light?
Whither, O Captain of the quest,
The course we steer for Port of Rest?

Peace Restored

© James Shirley

You virgins, that did late despair

To keep your wealth from cruel men,

Alfred. Book VI.

© Henry James Pye

But when he views, along the tented field,
With trailing banner, and inverted shield,
Young Donald, borne by Scotia's weeping bands,
In deeper woe the generous hero stands.

Hymn XIX: Rejoice Evermore With Angels Above

© Charles Wesley

Rejoice evermore With angels above,
In Jesus's power, In Jesus's love:
With glad exultation Your triumph proclaim,
Ascribing salvation To God and the Lamb.

The Trembling Jailer

© John Newton

A Believer, free from care,

May in chains, or dungeons, sing,

To The Afflicted, Tossed With Tempests And Not Comforted

© John Newton

Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,

Hear what Christ the Saviour says;

Amor Mysticus

© John Hay

Let them say to my Lover
That here I lie!
The thing of His pleasure,
His slave am I.

The Little Woman

© Edgar Albert Guest

The little woman, to her I bow

And doff my hat as I pass her by;

The Biglow Papers

© James Russell Lowell

Thrash away, you'll _hev_ to rattle

On them kittle-drums o' yourn,--

Pan Beniowski - Final Part Of Canto Five

Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish,

Coiling up and down like an iron serpent

The House Of Judgement

© Oscar Wilde

And God said to the Man, 'Thy life hath been evil, and the Beauty I
have shown thou hast sought for, and the Good I have hidden thou
didst pass by. The walls of thy chamber were painted with images,

Petrarch to Laura

"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,
"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
"Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget."

Out Of The Silence

And as beneath the viewless angels wing
Bethesdas pool was stirred,
My heart is troubled by the mystic word
Of one who through my soul and lips would sing.

Sensation (Bodh)

As I take my place among other beings
Am I becoming estranged and alone
Because of my mannerisms?
Is there just an optical illusion?
Are there only obstacles in my path?