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THEE finds me in the garden, Hannah,come in! T is kind of thee
To wait until the Friends were gone, who came to comfort me.
The still and quiet company a peace may give, indeed,
But blessed is the single heart that comes to us at need.

Marianna Alcoforando

© Sara Teasdale

But I have seen my day grow calm again.
The sun sets slowly on a peaceful world,
And sheds a quiet light across the fields.

The Task: Book I. -- The Sofa

© William Cowper

I sing the Sofa. I who lately sang

Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe

Italy : 52. A Farewell

© Samuel Rogers

And now farewell to Italy -- perhaps
For ever! Yet, methinks, I could not go,
I could not leave it, were it mine to say,
'Farewell for ever!' Many a courtesy,

Recollections

© Caroline Norton

DO you remember all the sunny places,
Where in bright days, long past, we played together?
Do you remember all the old home faces
That gathered round the hearth in wintry weather?

Young England

© William Henry Ogilvie

Foam upon their snaffle-bars, forelocks flying free,
Busy little Shetlands battle up the ride ;
Cream below the crupper-straps, mud above the knee ;
Vieing with the hunters that pass them in a stride.

How They Brought Aid To Bryan's Station

© Madison Julius Cawein

During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, Nicholas

Tomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook to

After The Battle

© Victor Marie Hugo

MY father, hero of benignant mien,

On horseback visited the gory scene,

Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem

© John Keats

"With such remorseless speed still come new woes,
That unbelief has not a space to breathe.
Saturn! sleep on: me thoughtless, why should I
Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude?
Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes?
Saturn! sleep on, while at thy feet I weep."

Sonnet XXI.

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Pensive, at eve, on the hard world I mused,
And my poor heart was sad: so at the Moon
I gazed--and sighed, and sighed--for, ah! how soon
Eve saddens into night! Mine eyes perused,

Fourth Sunday In Advent

© John Keble

Of the bright things in earth and air
How little can the heart embrace!
Soft shades and gleaming lights are there -
I know it well, but cannot trace.

Mine is the Lifter of Mountains

© Mirabai

Mine is the lifter of mountains, the

cowherd, and none other.

Influence

This I think as I go my way:
What can matter the words I say,
And what can matter the false or true
Of any deed I am moved to do?

The Lady Of La Garaye - Part IV

Not vacant in the day of which I write!
Then rose thy pillared columns fair and white;
Then floated out the odorous pleasant scent
Of cultured shrubs and flowers together blent,
And o'er the trim-kept gravel's tawny hue
Warm fell the shadows and the brightness too.