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From House To House

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

The first was like a dream through summer heat,
The second like a tedious numbing swoon,
While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat
Beneath a winter moon.

The Last Song of Sappho

© Giacomo Leopardi

Thou tranquil night, and thou, O gentle ray

Of the declining moon; and thou, that o'er

LAST night we had a hurry call to go to daughter May,
Her husband said that Ma and me were wanted right away,
An' so, though it was after 12, an' bitter cold outside,
We hustled out of bed an' dressed an' took a trolley ride;
An' Jimthat is her husbandmet us with a gracious bow
An' said to me as we stepped in: "Well, you're a grandpa now."

The Aurora On The Clyde

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

AH me, how heavily the night comes down,
Heavily, heavily:
Fade the curved shores, the blue hills' serried throng,
The darkening waves we oared in light and song:

A Life's Story

© Edith Nesbit

THE morning broke in a pearly haze,
Then the east grew duskly red:
'Oh, my only day, oh, my day of days,
To-day he will come,' I said.

The Emigrants Monument At Point St. Charles

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

A kindly thought, a generous deed,
Ye gallant sons of toil!
No nobler trophy could ye raise
On your adopted soil
Than this monument to your kindred dead,
Who sleep beneath in their cold, dark bed.

Florio : A Tale, For Fine Gentleman And Fine Ladies. In Two Parts

© Hannah More

PART I.

Florio, a youth of gay renown,

Peter Walking Upon The Water

© John Newton

A Word from Jesus calms the sea,
The stormy wind controls;
And gives repose and liberty
To tempest-tossed souls.

Sonnet 70: My Muse May well Grudge

© Sir Philip Sidney

My Muse may well grudge at my heav'nly joy,
If still I force her in sad rimes to creep:
She oft hath drunk my tears, now hopes t'enjoy
Nectar of mirth, since I Jove's cup do keep.

Evangeline: Part The Second. II.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,

Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash,

The Ballad Of God-Makers

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

A bird flew out at the break of day
From the nest where it had curled,
And ere the eve the bird had set
Fear on the kings of the world.

Walter And Jane: Or, The Poor Blacksmith

'We brav'd Life's storm together; while that Drone,
'Your poor old Uncle, WALTER, liv'd alone.
'He died the other day: when round his bed
'No tender soothing tear Affection shed--
'Affection! 'twas a plant he never knew;--
'Why should he feast on fruits he never grew?'

A Roman Aqueduct

THE sun-browned girl, whose limbs recline
When noon her languid hand has laid
Hot on the green flakes of the pine,
Beneath its narrow disk of shade;

Philosophy

I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night,
'Bout hit bein' people's dooty, fu' to keep dey faces bright;
How one ought to live so pleasant dat ouah tempah never riles,
Meetin' evahbody roun' us wid ouah very nicest smiles.