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To Cordelia

© Mark Akenside

JULY, 1740.

From pompous life's dull masquerade,

Stars

© Robert Laurence Binyon

And must I deem you mortal as my kind,
O solemn stars, that to man's doubtful mind
So long have seemed, 'mid the world's fallen kings
And glories gone, the sole eternal things;

Our Lady's Well

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Fount of the woods! thou art hid no more,

From Heaven's clear eye, as in time of yore!

"Of course, the fire consumes a lot of kindling wood,
When we warm up the house or cook a boiling pot.
Just think what kind of food we'd have to eat each day,
If there were no wood to burn and no helpful fire.
We'd have naught but sodden, sour swill to eat, like swine.

The Drums of Ages

© Henry Lawson

DRUMS of all thats right and wrongof love and hate and scorn,
And the new-born baby hears them and it wails when it is born.
Drums of all that is to be, and all that has gone by,
And we hear them when were dreaming, and we hear them while we die.

Aurora Leigh: Book Fifth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"A flower, a flower," exclaimed
My German student,-his own eyes full-blown
Bent on her. He was twenty, certainly.

Good Friday

© Alessandro Manzoni

Trembling hearts with thoughts of woe,

Let us to God's temple go,

Thanksgiving

© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

Let us give thanks to God above,
Thanks for expressions of His love,
Seen in the book of nature, grand
Taught by His love on every hand.

Upper Austria

© John Kenyon

And he had comment, full and clear,
The fruit of many a travelled year;
But more, by meditation brought
From inner depths of silent thought;
Or fresh from fountain, never dry,
Of undisturbed humanity.

The Pig and the Rooster

© Clement Clarke Moore

Thus ended the strife, as does many a fight;
Each thought his foe wrong, and his own notions right.
Pig turn'd, with a grunt, to his mire anew,
And He-biddy, laughing, cried -- cock-a-doodle-doo.

Sonnet 81: Oh Kiss, Which Dost

© Sir Philip Sidney

Oh kiss, which dost those ruddy gems impart,
Or gems, or fruits of new-found Paradise,
Breathing all bliss and sweet'ning to the heart,
Teaching dumb lips a nobler exercise;

The Preacher

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The impulse spread like the outward course
Of waters moved by a central force;
The tide of spiritual life rolled down
From inland mountains to seaboard town.

The North Sea -- Second Cycle

The waves are murmuring, the sea-gulls crying,
Wafts of old memories over me steal,
Old dreams long forgotten, old visions long vanished,
Sweet and torturing, rise from the deep..

A Christmas Carol

I.
The shepherds went their hasty way,
And found the lowly stable-shed
Where the Virgin-Mother lay:

The Burgomeister's Well

A peaceful spot, a little street,

So still between the double roar

A Song For The Season

THE Kings to the Stable

They brought sweet spice,

To Thee the tuneful Anthem soars

© Mather Byles

"To Thee the tuneful Anthem soars,
To Thee, our Father's God, and ours;
This Wilderness we chose our Seat:
To Rights secur'd by Equal Laws
From Persecution's Iron Claws,
We here have sought our calm Retreat.