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The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto IX.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV Fool and Wise
Endow the fool with sun and moon,
Being his, he holds them mean and low;
But to the wise a little boon
Is great, because the giver's so.
The Republic
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Too Late "Dowglas, Dowglas, Tendir And Treu"
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas,
In the old likeness that I knew,
I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas,
Douglas, Douglas, tender and true.
The Ocean Liner
© Harriet Monroe
They went down to the sea in ships,
In ships they went down to the sea.
And the sea had a million lips
And she laughed in her throat for glee.
And. the floor of the sea was strewn
With tempest trophies dread,
Thy Ship
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay stored
The priceless riches of all climes and lands,
The Sixth Sense
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Fine is the wine that is in love with us,
The goodly bread we wait for from the oven,
And woman whom we have possessed, at last,
After we've suffered under yoke her own.
To Mary Field French
© Eugene Field
A dying mother gave to you
Her child a many years ago;
How in your gracious love he grew,
You know, dear, patient heart, you know.
The Duell
© Richard Lovelace
Love drunk, the other day, knockt at my brest,
But I, alas! was not within.
My man, my ear, told me he came t' attest,
That without cause h'd boxed him,
And battered the windows of mine eyes,
And took my heart for one of's nunneries.
The Meadow
© Archibald Lampman
Here when the cloudless April days begin,
And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day,
The Farm House By The River
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know a little country place
Where still my heart doth linger,
The Parting And The Coming Guest
© Henry Van Dyke
Who watched the worn-out Winter die?
Who, peering through the window-pane
The Tree Of Song
© Sara Teasdale
I sang my songs for the rest,
For you I am still;
The tree of my song is bare
On its shining hill.
Today
© Edgar Albert Guest
TODAY is mine. Tomorrow may not come.
Next week, next year, I may not live to see;
The Comedian As The Letter C: 02 - Concerning The Thunderstorms Of Yucatan
© Wallace Stevens
In Yucatan, the Maya sonneteers
Of the Caribbean amphitheatre,
The Vision: (Katia: Easter Sunday, 1916)
© Katharine Tynan
She had a vision in the dark
Ere the first lark from nest took flight;
She saw her own son from fierce strife
Win to new Life and new Delight.
Three Friends
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Of all the blessings which my life has known,
I value most, and most praise God for three:
The Wind Has Such A Rainy Sound
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The wind has such a rainy sound
Moaning through the town,
The Edge Of Town
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
And many a one of the wights that roam,
Has stopped at my house and found a home:
And many a tale of these outland folk
Has furnished a tang to the evening smoke,
While the stars shone down on our dwelling-place,
And the moon peered in at a dusky face.
