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Coming Home

© Augusta Davies Webster

Anyhow
I've poetry and music too to-day
in the very clatter: it goes "Home, home, home."

Matter For Gratitude

© Ambrose Bierce

O God, forgive them all, from Stoneman down,
Thy smile who construe and expound Thy frown,
And fall with saintly grace upon their knees
To render thanks when Thou dost only sneeze.

The Poster-Painter's Masterpiece

© Sam Walter Foss

"Let us paint a landscape in June," he cried;
"A Landscape in high June."
And the poster-painter swelled with pride
And trilled a merry tune.

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

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

V Perspective
What seems to us for us is true.
The planet has no proper light,
And yet, when Venus is in view,
No primal star is half so bright.

The Shepherds Calendar - March

© John Clare

March month of 'many weathers' wildly comes
In hail and snow and rain and threatning hums
And floods: while often at his cottage door
The shepherd stands to hear the distant roar

All day the wife of Pharaoh had paced the palace hall
Or the long white pillared court that was open to the sky;
A passion of wild restlessness ensnared her in its thrall
While she fought a fear within her--a thing that would not die.

Trumpets Of The Mind

© Victor Marie Hugo

Sound, sound forever, clarions of thought!

When Joshua 'gainst the high-walled city fought,

An Old-Fashioned Welcome

© Edgar Albert Guest

There's nothing cheers a fellow up just like a hearty greeting,
A handclasp and an honest smile that flash the joy of meeting;
And when at friendly doors you ring, somehow it seems to free you
From all life's doubts to hear them say: "Come in! We're glad to
see you!"

The Perfect Dinner Table

© Edgar Albert Guest

A table cloth that's slightly soiled

Where greasy little hands have toiled;

Pelleas And Ettarre

© Alfred Tennyson

King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat
In hall at old Caerleon, the high doors
Were softly sundered, and through these a youth,
Pelleas, and the sweet smell of the fields
Past, and the sunshine came along with him.

The Chapel Royal St. Jamess, On The 10th February, 1840

© Caroline Norton

But brightly to the last,
Fair Fortune shine, with calm and steady ray,
Upon the tenor of thy happy way;
A future like the past:
And every prayer by loyal subjects said,
Bring down a separate blessing on thy head!

The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - The Voyage

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

At length the long-expected morning came,
When from the opening arms of that wild bay,
Beneath the hill that bears my humble name,
Over the waves we took our untracked way;

The Star Of Bethlehem

Where Time the measure of his hours
By changeful bud and blossom keeps,
And, like a young bride crowned with flowers,
Fair Shiraz in her garden sleeps;

The Devil's Drive: An Unfinished Rhapsody

'I have a state-coach at Carlton House,
A chariot in Seymour Place;
But they're lent to two friends, who make me amends,
By driving my favourite pace:
And they handle their reins with such a grace,
I have something for both at the end of their race.

The Auction Sale

© Henry Reed

And there was silence in the tent.
They gazed in silence; silently
The wind dropped down, no longer shook
The flapping sides and gaping holes.
And some moved back, and others went
Closer, to get a better look.