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The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto XI.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

IV Constancy rewarded
I vow'd unvarying faith, and she,
To whom in full I pay that vow,
Rewards me with variety
Which men who change can never know.

To Shakespeare (I)

© Frances Anne Kemble

If from the height of that celestial sphere

Where now thou dwell'st, spirit powerful and sweet!

Neath the olives of Samaria, in far-famed Galilee,
Where dark green vines are mirrored in a placid silver sea,
Mid scenes of tranquil beauty, glowing sun-sets, rosy dawn,
The Master and disciples to the city journeyed on.

"I cant prevent myself from singing"

© Thibaut de Champagne

Mercy, my lady, who knows all things!
All goodness and everything worth having
Are yours: more than any woman living.
Help me, now, it is in your giving!

Sonnets On Miss Savage

© Samuel Butler

i

She was too kind, wooed too persistently,

Thirty-Eight

© Charlotte Turner Smith

ADDRESSED TO MRS. H------Y.
IN early youth's unclouded scene,
The brilliant morning of eighteen,
With health and sprightly joy elate

The Mistress Of Vision

© Francis Thompson

Secret was the garden;
Set i' the pathless awe
Where no star its breath can draw.
Life, that is its warden,
Sits behind the fosse of death. Mine eyes saw not,
and I saw.

The Winds Of War-News

© Henry Van Dyke

The winds of war-news change and veer:

Now westerly and full of cheer,

Thoughts on Predestination and Reprobation : Part II.

© John Byrom

Pagan - said I - I must retract the word,

For the poor Pagans were not so absurd:

Foresight And Patience

© George Meredith

Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,
Are they who point our pathway and sustain.
They rarely meet; one soars, one walks retired.
When they do meet, it is our earth inspired.

The Guardian Of The Red Disk

© Emma Lazarus

Spoken by a Citizen of Malta-1300.

A curious title held in high repute,

Sonnet XLI : Through Death to Love

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Like labour-laden moonclouds faint to flee

From winds that sweep the winter-bitten wold,

The Miller's Maid

© Robert Bloomfield

Near the high road upon a winding stream
An honest Miller rose to Wealth and Fame:
The noblest Virtues cheer'd his lengthen'd days,
And all the Country echo'd with his praise:
His Wife, the Doctress of the neighb'ring Poor,
Drew constant pray'rs and blessings round his door.

Botany-Bay Flowers

© Barron Field

GOD of this Planet! for the name best fits

The purblind view, which men of this "dim spot"

Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer

Is there a power that can sustain and cheer
The captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom,
Forced to descend into his destined tomb--
A dungeon dark! where he must waste the year,

Work Shy by Alex Phillips: American Life in Poetry #79 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

The news coverage of Hurricane Katrina gave America a vivid look at our poor and powerless neighbors. Here Alex Phillips of Massachusetts condenses his observations of our country's underclass into a wise, tough little poem.

The Hill.

The holy lamps of Evening shine
Sheer in the West the air is still
As I sit with this heart of mine
At the foot of Parnassus' hill.

Human Life

An hour like this is worth a thousand passed
In pomp or ease - 'Tis present to the last!
Years glide away untold - 'Tis still the same!
As fresh, as fair as on the day it came!