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Through The Looking Glass: Epilogue
© Lewis Carroll
A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July -
The Unattained
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
A vision beauteous as the morn,
With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming,
Thespis: Act I
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury
Through Baltimore
© James Bayard Taylor
'Twas Friday morn, the train drew near
The city and the shore!
Far through the sunshine, soft and clear,
We saw the dear old flags appear,
And in our hearts arose a cheer
For Baltimore.
To a Young Lady, on Her Birthday
© Samuel Johnson
This tributary verse receive, my fair,
Warm with an ardent lover's fondest prayer,
To The Best Of Women, My Mother
© Arthur Henry Adams
I would give it all up at a word from you, Mother o' mine!
But the strife has begun
The Broken Harp
© George Borrow
O thou, who, mid the forest trees,
With thy harmonious trembling strain,
The Home of My Heart
© Francis William Bourdillon
Not here in the populous town,
In the playhouse or mart,
Not here in the ways gray and brown,
Bnt afar on the green-swelling down,
Is the home of my heart.
The Childs Dream
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Buried in childhoods cloudless dreams, a fair-haired nursling lay,
A soft smile hovered round the lips as if still oped to pray;
And then a vision came to him, of beauty, strange and mild,
Such as may only fill the dreams of a pure sinless child.
The Sheperd Boy
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
LIKE some vision olden
Of far other time,
When the age was golden,
In the young world's prime
Tenebrae
© Emile Verhaeren
A moon, with vacant, chilling eye, stares
At the winter, enthroned vast and white upon the hard ground;
The night is an entire and translucent azure;
The wind, a blade of sudden presence, stabs.
The Poet and his Song
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
A SONG is but a little thing,
And yet what joy it is to sing!
The Very Image - To Rene Magritte
© David Gascoyne
An image of my grandmother
her head appearing upside-down upon a cloud
the cloud transfixed on the steeple
of a deserted railway-station
far away
The Exorcists
© John Newton
Then the apostle wonders wrought,
And healed the sick, in Jesus' name;
The sons of Sceva vainly thought
That they had pow'r to do the fame.
The Gates of Paradise
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
The eternal entrance into Eden
Is not locked with seven precious seals;
It has no charms nor light of heaven,
And the people don't know that it is.
The Two Armies
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
As Life's unending column pours,
Two marshalled hosts are seen,
Two armies on the trampled shores
That Death flows black between.
The Watchers
© Arlo Bates
WE must be nobler for our dead, be sure,
Than for the quick. We might their living eyes
The Wall Between
© Katharine Tynan
The wall between is grown so thin
That whoso peers may see
A flutter of rose, a living green
Like new leaves on a tree.
The Letter of Cupid
© Thomas Hoccleve
Hir wordes spoken been so sighingly
And with so pitous cheere and contenance,
That every wight that meeneth trewely
Deemeth that they in herte han swich greuance.
They sayn so importable is hir penance
To My Wife
© Archibald Lampman
Though fancy and the might of rhyme,
That turneth like the tide,
Have borne me many a musing time,
Beloved, from thy side.
