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Rocked In The Cradle Of The Deep

© Emma Hart Willard

Rocked in the cradle of the deep

I lay me down in peace to sleep;

Reflections III.

© Samuel Rogers

The heart, they say, is wiser than the schools;
And well they may. All that is great in thought,
That strikes at once as with electric fire,
And lifts us, as it were, from earth to heaven,

Rose and Murray

© Conrad Aiken

After the movie, when the lights come up,

He takes her powdered hand behind the wings;

Reading Aloud

© Christopher Morley

ONCE we read Tennyson aloud
In our great fireside chair;
Between the lines my lips could touch
Her April-scented hair.

Retrospection

© William Lisle Bowles

I turn these leaves with thronging thoughts, and say,

Alas! how many friends of youth are dead;

Returning To Brussels

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Upon a Flemish road, when noon was deep,

I passed a little consecrated shrine,

Regret For The Departure Of Friends

© George Moses Horton

As smoke from a volcano soars in the air,
The soul of man discontent mounts from a sigh,
Exhaled as to heaven in mystical prayer,
Invoking that love which forbids him to die.

Rimas XXXIII

© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer

Es cuestion de palabras, y no obstante
Ni tu ni yo jamas,
Despues de lo pasado, convendremos
En quien la culpa esta.

Riches

© George Essex Evans

You said as your thin lips curled:
Money is better than bays.
Battered and bruised by the world!
I still have my golden days.

When Jacob and Rachel met for the first time,
He bowed to her like a humble wayfarer.
The herds were raising hot dust to the skies,
The little well's mouth was covered by a boulder.
He rolled the old boulder away from the well
And watered the flock with clean water himself.

Robin Hood And The Butcher

© Andrew Lang

Come, all you brave gallants, and listen awhile,
With hey down, down, an a down,
That are in the bowers within;
For of Robin Hood, that archer good,
A song I intend for to sing.

Robert Buchanan

T WAS the body of Judas Iscariot

Lay in the Field of Blood;

Ralph Waldo Emerson

OUT of the cloud that dimmed his sunset light,
Into the unknown firmament withdrawn
Beyond the mists and shadows of the night,
We mourn the friend and teacher who has gone.

Rubia (Blonde)

© Andres Bello

¿Sabes, rubia, qué gracia solicito
cuando de ofrendas cubro los altares?
No ricos muebles, no soberbios lares,
ni una mesa que adule al apetito.

Religion And Doctrine

© John Hay

Their threats and fury all went wide;
They could not touch his Hebrew pride.
Their sneers at Jesus and His band,
Nameless and homeless in the land,
Their boasts of Moses and his Lord,
All could not change him by one word.