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The patient watches

© Boris Pasternak

The patient watches. Six days long
In frenzy blizzards rave relentlessly,
Roll over rooftops, roar along,
Brace, rage, and fall, collapsing senselessly.

To Two Bereaved

© Katharine Tynan

Now in your days of worst distress,
The empty days that stretch before,
When all your sweet's turned bitterness;--
The Hand of the Lord is at your door.

'TWOULD endless prove, and nothing would avail,
Each lover's pain minutely to detail:
Their arts and wiles; enough 'twill be no doubt,
To say the lady's heart was found so stout,
She let them sigh their precious hours away,
And scarcely seemed emotion to betray.

The Ballad Of The Emeu

© Francis Bret Harte

Oh, say, have you seen at the Willows so green--
So charming and rurally true--
A singular bird, with a manner absurd,
Which they call the Australian Emeu?
Have you
Ever seen this Australian Emeu?

Trees And The Menace Of Night

© William Ernest Henley

Thro' the trees in the strange dead night,
Under the vast dead sky,
Forgetting and forgot, a drift of Dead
Sets to the mystic mere, the phantom fell,
And the unimagined vastitudes beyond.

To Tom Bracken

© Henry Lawson

O HAD you tracked where Kendall* trod

I think you would be kneelin

Two Boys And A Cigarette

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Two bright little fellows, named Harry and Will,

Were just the same age and the same size until

The Birds

© Gace Brulé

The birds, the birds of mine own land

I heard in Brittany;

To The Child Jesus

© Henry Van Dyke

I
THE NATIVITY
Could every time-worn heart but see Thee once again,
A happy human child, among the homes of men,
The age of doubt would pass,the vision of Thy face
Would silently restore the childhood of the race.

The Lord of the Isles: Canto VI.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

O who, that shared them, ever shall forget

The Rebel

© Henry Lawson

CALL ME traitor to my country and a rebel to my God.
And the foe of law and order, well deserving of the rod,
But I scorn the biassed sentence from the temples of the creed
That was fouled and mutilated by the ministers of greed,
For the strength that I inherit is the strength of Truth and Right;
Lords of earth! I am immortal in the battles cf the night!

Two Pictures

© Roderic Quinn

WE sat by an open window
And hearkened the sounds outside
The call of a lonely night-bird,
And the croon of a making tide.

The Kalevala - Rune XIII

© Elias Lönnrot

LEMMINIKAINEN'S SECOND WOOING.

Twilight And Peace

© Roderic Quinn

O GREY and dewy Twilight,
Thou, who comest softly, bringing
Silence sweeter than all music,
Song of bird or mortal singing;

The Legend of the Organ Builder

Day by day the Organ-Builder in his lonely chamber wrought;

Day by day the soft air trembled to the music of his thought,

The Prioresss Tale [from Chaucer]

"Call up him who left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold."
I

The Tower

Thus Jesus discoursed, and was silent, sitting upright, and soon
Past the casement behind him slanted the sinking moon;
And, rising for Olivet, all stared, between love and dread,
Seeing the torrid moon a ruddy halo behind his head.