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A Child Of God Longing To See Him Beloved

© William Cowper

There's not an echo round me,

But I am glad should learn,

Boyars, The People, Inspectors, Officers, Attendants, Guests,
a Boy in attendance on Prince Shuisky, a Catholic Priest, a
Polish Noble, a Poet, an Idiot, a Beggar, Gentlemen, Peasants,
Guards, Russian, Polish, and German Soldiers, a Russian
Prisoner of War, Boys, an old Woman, Ladies, Serving-women.

Joy

© Robinson Jeffers

Though joy is better than sorrow joy is not great;

Peace is great, strength is great.

Balin and Balan

© Alfred Tennyson

Then Balan added to their Order lived
A wealthier life than heretofore with these
And Balin, till their embassage returned.

To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Prove

© William Butler Yeats

You gave, but will not give again

Until enough of paudeen's pence

Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine

© Hilaire Belloc

But since I would not, since I could not stay,
Let me remember even in this my day
How, when the ephemeral vision's lure is past
All, all, must face their Passion at the last

Worth Forest

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Come, Prudence, you have done enough to--day--
The worst is over, and some hours of play
We both have earned, even more than rest, from toil;
Our minds need laughter, as a spent lamp oil,

The Young Man's Song

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

At last the curse has run its date!
The heavens grow clear above,
And on the purple plains of Hate,
We'll build the throne of Love!

The Wishing Gate Destroyed

© William Wordsworth

HOPE rules a land forever green:
All powers that serve the bright-eyed Queen
Are confident and gay;
Clouds at her bidding disappear;
Points she to aught?--the bliss draws near,
And Fancy smooths the way.

The Dead Czar

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

But this man? Ah! for him
Funereal state, and ceremonial grand,
The stone-engraved sarcophagus, and then
Oblivion.

Satire II:The Country Mouse and the Town Mouse

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

MY mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
They sang sometime a song of the field mouse,
That for because her livelood was but thin [livelihood]
Would needs go seek her townish sister's house.

Of the Mean and Sure Estate

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
They sang sometime a song of the field mouse,
That, for because her livelood was but thin,

Landowners

© Sylvia Plath

From my rented attic with no earth

To call my own except the air-motes,

Mine Own John Poynz

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know
The cause why that homeward I me draw,
And flee the press of courts, whereso they go,
Rather than to live thrall under the awe

I Find No Peace

I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I season.

Second Best

Here in the dark, O heart;

Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night,

Little World

Children - are staring of eyes so frightful,
Mischievous legs on a wooden floor,
Children - is sun in the gloomy motives,
Hypotheses' of happy sciences world.