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Sonnet IV. To The Moon
© Charlotte Turner Smith
QUEEN of the silver bow!--by thy pale beam,
Alone and pensive, I delight to stray,
And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream,
Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way.
Sonnet LXXII. To The Morning Star
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written near the sea.
THEE! lucid arbiter 'twixt day and night,
The seaman greets, as on the ocean stream
Reflected, thy precursive friendly beam
Slow Spring
© Katharine Tynan
O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy,
The days go on
With almonds showing the pink stars blowing
And birds in the dawn.
Sonnet XLV: Secret Parting
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Because our talk was of the cloud-control
And moon-track of the journeying face of Fate,
Southern Ships And Settlers
© Stephen Vincent Benet
O, where are you going, "Goodspeed" and "Discovery"?
With meek "Susan Constant" to make up the three?
We're going to settle the wilds of Virginia,
For gold and adventure we're crossing the sea.
Song of the Son
© Jean Toomer
Pour O pour that parting soul in song
O pour it in the sawdust glow of night
Suffer Little Children, And Forbid Them Not, To Come Unto Me
© Charles Lamb
To Jesus our Saviour some parents presented
Their children-what fears and what hopes they must feel!
When this the disciples would fain have prevented,
Our Saviour reproved their unseasonable zeal.
Sonnet 120: "That you were once unkind befriends me now,..."
© William Shakespeare
That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,
Sonnet Of Motherhood XL
© Zora Bernice May Cross
How like to me, and yet tis youall you.
I dare not touch her. Take your soul, My Own.
Set in my body with your mind, your sight,
Your dreams and thoughts with every promise true
A queen to sit upon a regal throne
With a mans soul won out of womans right.
Sonnet. "Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that in the soil"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that in the soil
Of life, which I am doomed to till full sore,
Said and Did
© George MacDonald
Said the boy as he read, "I too will be bold,
I will fight for the truth and its glory!"
He went to the playground, and soon had told
A very cowardly story!
Spring Song
© George MacDonald
Days of old,
Ye are not dead, though gone from me;
Ye are not cold,
But like the summer-birds fled o'er some sea.
Spirit Whose Work Is Done
© Walt Whitman
SPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours!
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets;
Student-Song
© John Hay
When Youth's warm heart beats high, my friend,
And Youth's blue sky is bright,
Sonnet 21: Your Words, My Friend
© Sir Philip Sidney
Your words, my friend, (right healthful caustics) blame
My young mind marr'd, whom Love doth windlass so,
That mine own writings like bad servants show
My wits, quick in vain thoughts, in virtue lame;
Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku
© Ezra Pound
The red and green kingfishers
flash between the orchids and clover,
by William Shakespeare">Sonnet 128: "How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,..."
© William Shakespeare
How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
Songs of the Winter Nights
© George MacDonald
Back shining from the pane, the fire
Seems outside in the snow:
So love set free from love's desire
Lights grief of long ago.
Sleep
© James Weldon Johnson
O Sleep, thou kindest minister to man,
Silent distiller of the balm of rest,
How wonderful thy power, when naught else can,
To soothe the torn and sorrow-laden breast!
