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The Parable Of The Blind
© William Carlos Williams
This horrible but superb painting
the parable of the blind
without a red
To My Young Countryman D.H.D.
© Charles Harpur
Who doubteth, when the morning star doth light
Her lamp of beauty, that the day is coming?
To The River Rhone
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou Royal River, born of sun and shower
In chambers purple with the Alpine glow,
The Faery Foster-Mother
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
BRIGHT Eyes, Light Eyes! Daughter of a Fay!
I had not been a wedded wife a twelvemonth and a day,
The Master-Man
© Roderic Quinn
O CAPTAIN of the Great Event,
Which yet shall dew with crimson dew
The green coasts of our continent,
I know not where to look for you!
The Hamadryad
© Walter Savage Landor
Her lips were seald; her head sank on his breast.
T is said that laughs were heard within the wood:
But who should hear them? and whose laughs? and why?
The Soul's Prayer
© Sarojini Naidu
In childhood's pride I said to Thee:
"O Thou, who mad'st me of Thy breath,
Speak, Master, and reveal to me
Thine inmost laws of life and death.
The Legend Of Hamilton Tighe
© Richard Harris Barham
The Captain is walking his quarter-deck,
With a troubled brow and a bended neck;
One eye is down through the hatchway cast,
The other turns up to the truck on the mast;
Yet none of the crew may venture to hint
'Our Skipper hath gotten a sinister squint!'
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO THE BEDOUIN ARABS
Children of Shem! Firstborn of Noah's race,
But still forever children; at the door
Of Eden found, unconscious of disgrace,
The Rape Of The Barons Wine
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Who was stealing the Baron's wine,
Golden sherry and port so old,
The Stwonen Bwoy Upon The Pillar
© William Barnes
Wi' smokeless tuns an' empty halls,
An' moss a-clingèn to the walls,
The Road To Anywhere
© Bert Leston Taylor
Across the places deep and dim,
And places brown and bare,
It reaches to the planet s rim
The Road to Anywhere.
The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman
© Andrew Lang
Lord Bateman was a noble lord,
A noble lord of high degree;
He shipped himself all aboard of a ship,
Some foreign country for to see.
The Cynic Of The Woods
© Arthur Patchett Martin
Come I from busy haunts of men,
With nature to commune,
