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Sonnet II, Written At Cliefden Spring

© Henry James Pye

Here from the rifted rock, where boldly rise

The ilex shining with perennial green,

The Dominion Of Australia {A Forecast}

© James Brunton Stephens

SHE is not yet, but he whose ear

Thrills to that finer atmosphere

Spirit Of Freemen, Wake

© Anonymous

Spirit of Freemen, wake;

No truce with Slavery make,

What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
In waves of light it thrills along,
Th' angelic signal given -
"Glory to God!" from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir;

Hard Knocks

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'm not the man to say that failure's sweet,

Nor tell a chap to laugh when things go wrong;

The Prodigy.

© Mary Barber

Then they throng to my House, and my Maid they beseech,
To say, if her Mistress had quite lost her Speech.
Nell readily own'd, what they heard was too true;
That To--day I was dumb, give the Devil his Due:
And frankly confess'd, were it always the Case,
No Servant could e'er have a happier Place.

Willie's Question

© George MacDonald

I.
Willie speaks.
Is it wrong, the wish to be great,
For I do wish it so?
I have asked already my sister Kate;
She says she does not know.

The Lord Is King

© George Wither

The Lord is King, and weareth
A robe of glory bright:
He clothed with strength appeareth,
And girt with powerful might.

Tauler

© John Greenleaf Whittier

And as he walked he prayed. Even the same
Old prayer with which, for half a score of years,
Morning, and noon, and evening, lip and heart
Had groaned: "Have pity upon me, Lord!
Thou seest, while teaching others, I am blind.
Send me a man who can direct my steps!"

Epilogue

© Edgar Lee Masters

You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.

Gipsies

© William Wordsworth

YET are they here the same unbroken knot
Of human Beings, in the self-same spot!
Men, women, children, yea the frame
Of the whole spectacle the same!

On Lucy, Countess of Bedford

© Benjamin Jonson

This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,

I thought to form unto my zealous Muse

Theory And Practice

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

The man of God stands, on the Sabbath-day,

Warning the sinners from the broad highway

On The Death Of His Mother

Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,

Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;

To A.J. Scott

I walked all night: the darkness did not yield.
Around me fell a mist, a weary rain,
Enduring long. At length the dawn revealed

The Accession

© John Keble

The voice that from the glory came

To tell how Moses died unseen,

The Winds Of All The World

The winds of all the world bring agonies,
Day by day, hour by hour, into our ears;
Not only desolation, blood, and tears,
But cloud on cloud of suffocating lies.