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Dawn

© Ella Higginson

The soft-toned clock upon the stair chimed three—

Too sweet for sleep, too early yet to rise.

The House of Life: 19. Silent Noon

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fiy
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:—
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.

The Modern Mother

© Alice Meynell

Oh what a kiss
With filial passion overcharged is this!
To this misgiving breast
The child runs, as a child ne'er ran to rest
Upon the light heart and the unoppressed.

The Landgraff

© Frances Anne Kemble

Through Thuringia's forest green

The Landgraff rode at close of e'en;

Hymn to Proserpine (After the Proclamation in Rome of the Christian Faith)

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Vicisti, Galilæe.

I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end;

My Uncle’s Favorite Coffee Shop

© Naomi Shihab Nye

My uncle slid into his booth.
I cannot tell you—how I love this place.
He drained the water glass, noisily clinking his ice.
My uncle hailed from an iceless region.
He had definite ideas about water drinking.
I cannot tell you—all the time. But then he’d try.

Song

© George Darley

Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers,

Lull'd by the faint breezes sighing through her hair;

Olney Hymn 46: Retirement

© William Cowper

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.

Questions Of Life

© John Greenleaf Whittier

A bending staff I would not break,
A feeble faith I would not shake,
Nor even rashly pluck away
The error which some truth may stay,
Whose loss might leave the soul without
A shield against the shafts of doubt.

Constancy to an Ideal Object

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Since all that beat about in Nature's range,

Or veer or vanish; why should'st thou remain

The Shipwreck Of Idomeneus

© George Meredith

Amid the din of elemental strife,
No voice may pierce but Deity supreme:
And Deity supreme alone can hear,
Above the hurricane's discordant shrieks,
The cry of agonized humanity.

The Tennis Court Oath

© John Ashbery

The mulatress approached in the hall—the
lettering easily visible along the edge of the Times
in a moment the bell would ring but there was time
for the carnation laughed here are a couple of “other”

Paradise Lost: Book XII (1674)

© Patrick Kavanagh

AS one who in his journey bates at Noone,
Though bent on speed, so heer the Archangel paus'd
Betwixt the world destroy'd and world restor'd,
If Adam aught perhaps might interpose;
Then with transition sweet new Speech resumes.

Two Portraits

© Henry Timrod

I
You say, as one who shapes a life,
That you will never be a wife,

The Song Of The Sword--To Rudyard Kipling

The Sword
Singing -
The voice of the Sword from the heart of the Sword
Clanging imperious
Forth from Time's battlements
His ancient and triumphing Song.

Guinevere

`Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.

The Ecstasy

Charmd with the sight I long to bear my part
The pleasure flutters at my ravishd heart
Sweet saints and Angels Heavns immortall Quire
If Love have warmd me with celestial fire
Assist my words and as they move along
With Halelujah crown the burthend Song

An Essay on Criticism: Part 2

Thus critics, of less judgment than caprice,
Curious not knowing, not exact but nice,
Form short ideas; and offend in arts
(As most in manners) by a love to parts.