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Old homes among the hills! I love their gardens;
Their old rock fences, that our day inherits;
Their doors, round which the great trees stand like wardens;
Their paths, down which the shadows march like spirits;
Broad doors and paths that reach bird-haunted gardens.

Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh

© Ovid

The End of the Eleventh Book.

Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands

Christmas Roses

© Edith Nesbit

THE summer roses all are gone--
Dead, laid in shroud of rain-wet mould;
And passion's lightning time is done,
And Love is laid out white and cold.
Summer and youth for us are dead,
What do old age and winter bring instead?

And Now In Accents Deep And Low

© Washington Allston

And now, in accents deep and low,

Like voice of fondly-cherish'd woe,

Drought

© Francis William Bourdillon

For rain, for rain the parched lands cry,
Reproachful to the cloudless sky.
The hot white fields in light are blinking,
The rivers in their beds are shrinking.

Three Prayers For Sleep And Waking

© Henry Van Dyke

I

BEDTIME

The Study

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

YET in the darksome crypt I left so late,

Whose only altar is its rusted grate,âÂ

Brother Of All, With Generous Hand

© Walt Whitman

Brother of all, with generous hand,
Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul,
A thought to launch in memory of thee,
A burial verse for thee.

The Jew

© Jones Very

Thou art more deadly than the Jew of old,

Thou hast his weapons hidden in thy speech;

On Leaving A Place Of Residence

© William Lisle Bowles

If I could bid thee, pleasant shade, farewell

Without a sigh, amidst whose circling bowers

The Bride Of The Nile - Act II

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Belkís. I cannot do these sums
So long before the date. In the meanwhile talk to me.
I want to be amused. Life will go drearily
If we are to be like this. Let us play at something--chess,
Or draughts, or dominoes. Ask me a thing to guess--
An intellectual game.

Mortality

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

"And we shall be changed.""And we shall be changed."

Ye dainty mosses, lichens grey,

The Borough. Letter II: The Church

© George Crabbe

"WHAT is a Church?"--Let Truth and Reason speak,

They would reply, "The faithful, pure, and meek;

Winifred Waters

WINIFRED WATERS, when I look on you now,

With the sweet peace of God on your beautiful brow

Cadyow Castle

When princely Hamilton's abode
Ennobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,
The song went round, the goblet flow'd,,
And revel sped the laughing hours.

The Wedding Day

The last! the last! the last!
Oh, by that little word,
How many thoughts are stirred! ~ CAROLINE SOUTHEY.

The Fan : A Poem. Book III.

© John Gay

Learn hence, ye wives; bid vain suspicion cease,
Lose not in sulien discontent your peace.
For when fierce love to jealousy ferments,
A thousand doubts and fears the soul invents,
No more the days in pleasing converse flow,
And nights no more their soft endearments know.