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Land-Locked

© Celia Thaxter

Black lie the hills; swiftly doth daylight flee;
And, catching gleams of sunset's dying smile,
Through the dusk land for many a changing mile
The river runneth softly to the sea.

St. Simon And St. Jude

© John Keble

Seest thou, how tearful and alone,
And drooping like a wounded dove,
The Cross in sight, but Jesus gone,
The widowed Church is fain to rove?

"Of course, it is not nice for a gray-headed man,
To be shamed by the work of a young nincompoop,
When he intends to get more dollars for his pay,
And e'en is not ashamed to pry out more seed grain.
O what became of the bewhiskered Prussian days,
When hired help was so cheep and so obedient?

Cadenus And Vanessa

© Jonathan Swift

THE shepherds and the nymphs were seen
Pleading before the Cyprian Queen.
The counsel for the fair began
Accusing the false creature, man.

The Ring And The Book - Chapter XI - Guido

© Robert Browning

YOU ARE the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,

Abate Panciatichitwo good Tuscan names:

Baby

© George MacDonald

Where did you come from, baby dear?

Out of the everywhere into here.

The Angel In The House. Book II. The Epilogue

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

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Ah, dearest Wife, a fresh-lit fire

First Sunday After Trinity

© John Keble

Where is the land with milk and honey flowing,

The promise of our God, our fancy's theme?

Eclipse

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

So for the luxury of the flesh, wrap it in fur of fox that it be warm,

In the bear's coat sheltering its nakedness from storm.

Accolon Of Gaul: Part III

© Madison Julius Cawein

The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way

Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray

The Candle

© Katherine Mansfield

By my bed, on a little round table
The Grandmother placed a candle.
She gave me three kisses telling me they were three
dreams

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XVI. -- Queen Thuri And

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Northward over Drontheim,
Flew the clamorous sea-gulls,
Sang the lark and linnet
From the meadows green;

A Visit To Renelagh

© Robert Bloomfield

To Ranelagh, once in my life,

By good-natur'd force I was driv'n;

Shes Just A Little Different

© George Ade

In a wood lived Brother Rabbit,

Of a most flirtatious habit,

The African Chief

Chained in the market-place he stood,

A man of giant frame,

The Vigil

THE rain is falling on the roof,
And no sound else disturbs the wife,
Except the trees and winds at strife,
Now near at hand and now aloof;

Lucasta's World

I.

Cold as the breath of winds that blow

On The Purple And White Carnation

She spoke, and wept; and the echo again
Repeated the curse, but all in vain--
The tyrant laughed as he fluttered away,
Spreading his rainbow wings to the day,
And settling at random his feathered darts
To spoil sweet flowers, or break fond hearts.