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An Oriental Apologue

© James Russell Lowell

Somewhere in India, upon a time,

(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,)

Upon The Sudden Restraint Of The Earl Of Somerset, Then Falling From Favour

© Sir Henry Wotton

Dazled thus with height of place,
Whilst our Hopes our wits Beguile,
No man marks the narrow space
'Twixt a Prison and a Smile.

The Oriental Nosegay. By Pickersgill

Beautiful language! Love's peculiar, own,
But only to the spring and summer known.
Ah! little marvel in such clime and age
As that of our too earth-bound pilgrimage,
That we should daily hear that love is fled,
And hope grown pale, and lighted feelings dead.

On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean

© William Cowper

What portents, from what distant region, ride,
Unseen till now in ours, the astonished tide?
In ages past, old Proteus, with his droves
Of sea-calves, sought the mountains and the groves;

Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore

© Louise Imogen Guiney

THERE in his room, wheneer the moon looks in,

And silvers now a shell, and now a fin,

The Unmarried Mother

© France Preseren

What was the need of you, little one,
My baby dear, my darling son,
To me - a girl, a foolish young thing,
A mother without a wedding ring?

Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Each has his gifts, his losses and his gains,
Each his own share of pleasures and of pains;
No life-long aim with steadfast eye pursued
Finds a smooth pathway all with roses strewed;
Trouble belongs to man of woman born,--
Tread where he may, his foot will find its thorn.

Boomer Johnson

© Henry Herbert Knibbs

Now Mr. Boomer Johnson was a gettin' old in spots,
But you don't expect a bad man to go wrastlin' pans and pots;
But he'd done his share of killin' and his draw was gettin' slow,
So he quits a-punchin' cattle and he takes to punchin' dough.

To Henry, Written to a Russian Air

© Amelia Opie

How I hail this morn's appearing!
It will thee, my love, restore:
Safety danger past endearing,
Sure we meet to part no more!

Supper at the Mill

© Jean Ingelow

Frances.
Well, good mother, how are you?
M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:
I think 'tis mostly warm on market-days.
I met with George behind the mill: said he,
"Mother, go in and rest a while."

When There's Health In The House

© Edgar Albert Guest

When there's good health In the house, there is laughter everywhere,
And the skies are bright and sunny and the roads are smooth and fair,
For the mother croons her ditties, and the father hums a song.
Although heavy be his burdens, he can carry them along.

The Happy Man

If you would know a happy man,
Go find the fellow who
Has had a bout with trouble grim
And just come smiling through.

The Wind

ACROSS the barren moors the wild, wild wind

Went sweeping on, and with his sobs and shrieks

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto V.

IV Venus Victrix
Fatal in force, yet gentle in will,
Defeats, from her, are tender pacts,
For, like the kindly lodestone, still
She's drawn herself by what she attracts.