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The Unhappy Lot Of Mr. Knott

© James Russell Lowell

My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott,
From business snug withdrawn,
Was much contented with a lot
That would contain a Tudor cot
'Twixt twelve feet square of garden-plot,
And twelve feet more of lawn.

He Dwelleth in You

© Augustus Montague Toplady

Saviour, I thy word believe,

My unbelief remove;

Trafalgar Square

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Slowly the dawn a magic paleness drew
From windows dim; the Pillar high in air
Over dark statues and dumb fountains, threw
A shadow on the solitary square.

De Rerum Virtute

© Robinson Jeffers

I.

Here is the skull of a man: a mans thoughts and emotions

From the Persian of Hafiz I

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Butler, fetch the ruby wine,

Which with sudden greatness fills us;

A Little Child Shall Lead Them

© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Eagerly he grasped the writing;
"I am free!" at last he said.
Backward fell upon the pillow,
He was free among the dead.

To Jane: The Recollection

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Now the last day of many days,
All beautiful and bright as thou,
The loveliest and the last, is dead,

To A Sleeping Child

© Thomas Hood

I
Oh, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep,
A tender infant with its curtain'd eye,
Breathing as it would neither live nor die

Hiroshima Child

© Nazim Hikmet

I come and stand at every door
But none can hear my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead for I am dead

The Visions Of Bellay

© Edmund Spenser

IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downe

From heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,

To Perdita, Singing

© James Russell Lowell

Thy voice is like a fountain
Leaping up in sunshine bright,
And I never weary counting
Its clear droppings, lone and single,
Or when in one full gush they mingle,
Shooting in melodious light.

(ll. 918-924) And unto Eve God spake in wrath: "Turn thee from
joy! Thou shalt live under man's dominion, sore smitten with
fear before him. With bitter sorrow shalt thou expiate thy sin,
waiting for death, bringing forth sons and daughters in the world
with grief and tears and lamentation."

The Parting Song

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

THE noon of summer sheds its ray
On Harvard's holy ground;
The Matron calls, the sons obey,
And gather smiling round.

My Room

But when, sinking slow, the sun
Leaves the glowing curtain dun,
I, of prophet-insight reft,
Shall be dull and dreamless left;
I must hasten proof on proof,
Weaving in the warp my woof!

Paulo Purganti And His Wife: An Honest, But A Simple Pair

On marry'd Men, that dare be bad,
She thought no Mercy should be had;
They should be hang'd, or starv'd, or flead,
Or serv'd like Romish Priests in Swede.-
In short, all Lewdness She defy'd:
And stiff was her Parochial Pride.