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The Borough. Letter VIII: Trades
© George Crabbe
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'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects here,
Who hazard thrice ten thousand pounds a-year;
We've no huge buildings, where incessant noise
Is made by springs and spindles, girls and boys;
Where, 'mid such thundering sounds, the maiden's
The Bride Of Abydos
© George Gordon Byron
Know ye the land where cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
The Angel Of The Sun
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHILE bending o'er my golden lyre,
While waving light my wing of fire ;
Creation's regions to explore,
To gaze, to wonder, to adore:
The Flower Of Flame
© Robert Nichols
II
The long, low wavelets of summer
Glide in and glitter along the sand;
The fitful breezes of summer
Blow fragrantly from the land.
To One demanding why Wine sparkles
© Henry King
So Diamonds sparkle, and thy Mistriss eyes;
When tis not Fire but light in either flyes.
Beauty not thaw'd by lustful flames will show
Like a fair mountain of unmelted snow:
The Hymn to Physical Pain
© Rudyard Kipling
Dread Mother of Forgetfulness
Who, when Thy reign begins,
Wipest away the Soul's distress,
And memory of her sins.
The College Widow
© George Ade
When I was but a Freshman and that was long ago
I saw her first, but did not learn her name.
She was at a lecture, I believe, in the first or second row,
And the Junior with her seemed to be her flame.
The Shadow
© Madison Julius Cawein
A SHADOW glided down the way
Where sunset groped among the trees,
And all the woodland bower, asway
With trouble of the evening breeze.
The Piano Tuners Wife
© Karl Shapiro
And in conclusion,
When there is no more audible dissent,
He plays his comprehensive keyboard song,
The loud proud paradigm,
The one work of art without content.
The Burnt-Out Spa
© Sylvia Plath
A monster of wood and rusty teeth.
Fire smelted his eyes to lumps
Of pale blue vitreous stuff, opaque
As resin drops oozed from pine bark.
The Vaudois
© William Wordsworth
BUT whence came they who for the Saviour Lord
Have long borne witness as the Scriptures teach?--
The Russ at Kara
© William Watson
O King of kings, that watching from Thy throne
Sufferest the monster of Ust-Kara's hold,
The Lay Missioner
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Had I a wish-'twere this, that heaven would make
My heart as strong to imitate as love,
The Village
© Ronald Stuart Thomas
Scarcely a street, too few houses
To merit the title; just a way between
The River Note
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
And I behold once more
My old familiar haunts; here the blue river,
To Her I Love
© James Thomson
Tell me, thou soul of her I love,
Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled;
To what delightful world above,
Appointed for the happy dead?
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. December
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
AWAY TO EGYPT
Enough, enough! This winter is too rude,
Too dark of countenance, of tooth too keen.
Nature finds rebels now in flesh and blood,
The Cheat
© Edgar Albert Guest
I cheated a good friend yesterday,
Kept what was his, and went my way,
Wronged him by silence-for in haste
I let a glad thought go to waste.
The Last Look
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
BEHOLD--not him we knew!
This was the prison which his soul looked through,
Tender, and brave, and true.
The Distracted Puritan
© Richard Corbet
Am I mad, O noble Festus,
When zeal and godly knowledge
Have put me in hope
To deal with the Pope
