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An Armour of proofe, brought from The Tower of Dauid, to fight agaynst Spannyardes

© Roger Cotton

When God of hosts in eighty eight had brought,
an host of men, our Countrey to annoy:
in that distresse the Lord by vs was sought,
whereby our woes were turned then to ioy.
But yet full true to vs may this be sayde,
in your distresse, you onely seeke my ayde.

If I Were A Monk, And If Thou Wert A Nun

© George MacDonald

If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun,
Pacing it wearily, wearily,
Twixt chapel and cell till day were done-
Wearily, wearily-
How would it fare with these hearts of ours
That need the sunshine, and smiles, and flowers?

The Witch's Daughter

© John Greenleaf Whittier

It was the pleasant harvest time,
When cellar-bins are closely stowed,
And garrets bend beneath their load,

False Weight

© George Moses Horton

If thou art fair, deal, lady, fair,
And let the scales be even;
Forbid the poising beam to rear,
And pull thee down from heaven.

Lydlinch Bells

© William Barnes

When skies wer peäle wi' twinklèn stars,

An' whislèn aïr a-risèn keen;

The Coming Of The Ship Chapter I

© Khalil Gibran

Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,
Then I shall stand among you, a seafarer among seafarers.
And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,
Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,
Only another winding will this stream make, only another murmur in this glade,
And then shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.

The Garden Of Saint Rose

© Bliss William Carman

THIS is a holy refuge,
The garden of Saint Rose,
A fragrant altar to that peace
The world no longer knows.

Fragment XII

© James Macpherson

But when thou returnedst from war,
how peaceful was thy brow! Thy face
was like the sun after rain; like the
moon in the silence of night; calm as
the breast of the lake when the loud
wind is laid.

Peace

© Edgar Albert Guest

A man must earn his hour of peace,
Must pay for it with hours of strife and care,
Must win by toil the evening's sweet release,
The rest that may be portioned for his share;
The idler never knows it, never can.
Peace is the glory ever of a man.

The Banner Of The Covenanters

© Caroline Norton

I.
HERE, where the rain-drops may not fall, the sunshine doth not play,
Where the unfelt and distant breeze in whispers dies away;
Here, where the stranger paces slow along the silent halls,

Agnes

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

THE KNIGHT
The tale I tell is gospel true,
As all the bookmen know,
And pilgrims who have strayed to view
The wrecks still left to show.

Love's Castle

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Key and bar, key and bar,
Iron bolt and chain!
And what will you do when the King comes
To enter his domain?

Paradiso (English)

© Dante Alighieri

The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.

To The Night

© Ugo Foscolo

Maybe because you always have appeared
The image of that fatal rest to me,
O night! You come towards me so dear!
Escorted by the summer clouds with glee
And by the gentle breezes full of cheer,

Satan Absolved

Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.