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Mrs. Judge Jenkins

© Francis Bret Harte

(BEING THE ONLY GENUINE SEQUEL TO "MAUD MULLER"

Maud Muller all that summer day

Afrodites Dampe

© Sophus Niels Christen Claussen

O Venus, holdes, schönes Weib,

Ihr seid eine Teufelinne

Jimmy

© Edgar Albert Guest

I NEVER knew him, for he never grew

Up as so many strong little ones do;

Where, over heathen doom-rings and gray stones of the Horg,
In its little Christian city stands the church of Vordingborg,
In merry mood King Volmer sat, forgetful of his power,
As idle as the Goose of Gold that brooded on his tower.

To The Rev. Mr. Newton, Rector Of St. Mary Woolnoth

© William Cowper

Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand
What the ladies and gentlemen see in your face,
That you are in fashion all over the land,
And I am so much fallen into disgrace.

Cancion de Otoño en Primavera (Song of Autumn in the Springtime)

© Rubén Dario

Juventud, divino tesoro,
ya te vas para no volver!
Cuando quiero llorar, no lloro,
y a veces lloro sin querer.

To A Younger Child

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

A Similar Occasion, 17 September, 1825.

Don Juan: Canto The Fourteenth

© George Gordon Byron

If from great nature's or our own abyss

Of thought we could but snatch a certainty,

Only A Smile

© Mathilde Blind

No butterfly whose frugal fare
Is breath of heliotrope and clove,
And other trifles light as air,
Could live on less than doth my love.

The Visionary Boy

© William Lisle Bowles

Oh! lend that lute, sweet Archimage, to me!

Enough of care and heaviness

Sonnet Of Motherhood XXXI

© Zora Bernice May Cross

You are your mother, Dear, as I am mine.
And, as we slumber to our souls caress,
Those two who panged for us and weeping smiled,
Draw near and bind us in a peace divine.
O mother me; all else is comfortless
As painted lips above a dying child.

The Three Kings

© Edith Nesbit

WHEN the star in the East was lit to shine

The three kings journeyed to Palestine;

The Pleasures of Memory - Part I.

© Samuel Rogers

Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green,
With magic tints to harmonize the scene.
Still'd is the hum that thro' the hamlet broke,
When round the ruins of their antient oak

The Little House

© Roderic Quinn

WHEN my heart goes a-roving
'Tis the wide ways for me,
And the fields, and the hills,
And the big, blue sea.

Twilight In The North

O THE long northern twilight between the day and the night,
When the heat and the weariness of the world are ended quite:
When the hills grow dim as dreams, and the crystal river seems
Like that River of Life from out the Throne where the blessèd walk in white.

The Pennsylvania Pilgrim

The Pennsylvania Pilgrim
Never in tenderer quiet lapsed the day
From Pennsylvania's vales of spring away,
Where, forest-walled, the scattered hamlets lay