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What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
In waves of light it thrills along,
Th' angelic signal given -
"Glory to God!" from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir;

The Surprise

© William Barnes

As there I left the road in May,
And took my way along a ground,
I found a glade with girls at play,
By leafy boughs close-hemmed around,

The Hall And The Wood

© William Morris

Twas in the water-dwindling tide
When July days were done,
Sir Rafe of Greenhowes, gan to ride
In the earliest of the sun.

"I used to have dozens of handkerchiefs"

© Lesbia Harford

"I used to have dozens of handkerchiefs
Of finest lawn.
I used to have silk shirts and fine new suits."
He's like a faun

Farewell to Italy

© Walter Savage Landor

I LEAVE thee, beauteous Italy! no more
From the high terraces, at even-tide,
To look supine into thy depths of sky,
Thy golden moon between the cliff and me,

I'm sorry for the DeadToday

© Emily Dickinson

I'm sorry for the DeadToday
It's such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences
It's time o' year for Hay.

Sheep-Sheering

© James Thomson

In one diffusive band,
They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog
Compell'd to where the mazy-running brook
Forms a deep pool; this bank abrupt and high,

Response

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes
The light dies out; my soul replies
With misery of deep-drawn breath,
E'en as it were at war with death.

On The Stair

© Annie Campbell Huestis

AS I went lonely up the stair

Ah me, the ghost that I saw there!

Lost Counsel

© Margaret Widdemer

IF you were but near me,
O kindest and best,
I could tell you my trouble,
And I could have rest;

A Silly Song

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

"O HEART, my heart!" she said, and heard
His mate the blackbird calling,
While through the sheen of the garden green
May rain was softly falling,--
Aye softly, softly falling.

The First Love Dream

Last night, mother, he told me so,

As we walked by the pebbly stream;

Tauler

And as he walked he prayed. Even the same
Old prayer with which, for half a score of years,
Morning, and noon, and evening, lip and heart
Had groaned: "Have pity upon me, Lord!
Thou seest, while teaching others, I am blind.
Send me a man who can direct my steps!"