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In the Home Stretch

© Robert Frost

Never was I beladied so before.
Would evidence of having been called lady
More than so many times make me a lady
In common law, I wonder.

Meeting and Passing

© Robert Frost

As I went down the hill along the wall
There was a gate I had leaned at for the view
And had just turned from when I first saw you
As you came up the hill. We met. But all

It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,
You might search for grass with a microscope, but nary grass was there;
The hay was done, the cornstalks gone, the trees were dying fast,
The sun o'erhead was a curse in read and the wind was a furnace blast;
The waterholes were sun-baked mud, the drays stood thick as bees
Around the well, a mile away, amid the ringbarked trees.

Rather Stay Home

© Edgar Albert Guest

NEVER so happy as when I 'm at home,

I 'm not so anxious to wander or roam;

Written to be Spoken by Mrs. Siddons

© Samuel Rogers

Yes, 'tis the pulse of life! my fears were vain!
I wake, I breathe, and am myself again.
Still in this nether world; no seraph yet!
Nor walks my spirit, when the sun is set,

An Epistle Of The Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole

© Richard Savage

As the rich cloud by due degrees expands,
And show'rs down plenty thick on sundry lands,
Thy spreading worth in various bounty fell,
Made genius flourish, and made art excel.

The Hill Wife

© Robert Frost

One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the house
To seem to say good-bye;

Orpheus

© Edith Wharton

Love will make men dare to die for their beloved. . . Of this
Alcestis is a monument . . . for she was willing to lay down her
life for her husband . . . and so noble did this appear to the gods
that they granted her the privilege of returning to earth . . . but
Orpheus, the son of OEagrus, they sent empty away. . .

When You Are On The Sea

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

How can I laugh or dance as others do,

Or ply my rock or reel?

By The Lake

© Du Fu

The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on a day in spring.
In the waterside palaces the thousands of doors are locked. For whom have the willows and rushed put on their fresh greenery?
I remember how formerly, when the Emperor's rainbow banner made its way into the South Park, everything in the park seemed to bloom with a brighter color. The First Lady of the Chao-yang Palace rode in the same carriage as her lord in
attendance at his side, while before the carriage rode maids of honour equipped with bows and arrows, their white horses champing at golden bits.

Even-Song

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

IT may be, yes, it must be, Time that brings

An end to mortal things,

The Birthplace

© Robert Frost

Here further up the mountain slope
Than there was every any hope,
My father built, enclosed a spring,
Strung chains of wall round everything,

The Wold Vok Dead

My days, wi' wold vo'k all but gone,

An' childern now a-comèn on,

Don Diego Of The South

Good!--said the Padre,--believe me still,
"Don Giovanni," or what you will,
The type's eternal! We knew him here
As Don Diego del Sud. I fear
The story's no new one! Will you hear?

Stanzas To Augusta (II.)

I.
Though the day of my destiny's over,
And the star of my fate hath declined,
Thy soft heart refused to discover

When The Light Appears

You'll bare your bones you'll grow you'll pray you'll only know

When the light appears, boy, when the light appears

Sephestia's Lullaby

WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;

When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee.

© Robert Frost

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step,
She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage
To meet him in the doorway with the news