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The Ghost Of The New World
© Alfred Noyes
What? On that magic coast,
Where Raleigh fought with fate,
Or where that Devon ghost
Unbarred the Golden Gate,
No dark, strange, ear-ringed men
Beat in from sea again?
Thoughts on Imputed Righteousness - Occasioned by Reading Theron and Aspasio : Part I.
© John Byrom
Imputed Righteousness! - beloved Friend,
To what advantage can this Doctrine tend?
If at the same time a Believer's breast,
Be not by real Righteousness possest?
And if it be, why volumes on it made,
With such a stress upon the imputed laid?
The Beauty Places
© Edgar Albert Guest
Here she walked and romped about,
And here beneath this apple tree
Where all the grass is trampled out
The swing she loved so used to be.
This path is but a path to you,
Because my child you never knew.
The Death of Parson Caldwell's Wife
© Mercy Otis Warren
THE outrage of innocence in instances too numerous to be recorded, of the wanton barbarity of the soldiers of the King of England, as they patrolled the defenceless villages of America, was evinced nowhere more remarkably than in the burnings and massacres every that, marked the footsteps of the British troops as they from time to time ravaged the State of New Jersey
The Fish
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Dark the sea was: but I saw him,
One great head with goggle eyes,
Like a diabolic cherub
Flying in those fallen skies.
The Farewell To The Dead
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Come near!-ere yet the dust
Soil the bright paleness of the settled brow,
Look on your brother, and embrace him now,
In still and solemn trust!
Come near!-once more let kindred lips be press'd
On his cold cheek; then bear him to his rest!
The Lady Of The Hills
© Madison Julius Cawein
Though red my blood hath left its trail
For five far miles, I shall not fail,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGE
There is a vice in the world's reasoning. Man
Has conquered knowledge. He has conquered power;
He has traced out the universal plan
Thistledown
© Harold Monro
This might have been a place for sleep,
But, as from that small hollow there
Hosts of bright thistledown begin
Their dazzling journey through the air,
An idle man can only stare.
Trehill Well
© Charles Kingsley
There stood a low and ivied roof,
As gazing rustics tell,
In times of chivalry and song
'Yclept the holy well.
The Past
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I fling the past behind me, like a robe
Worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date.
The Song Of Hiawatha II: The Four Winds
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"
Cried the warriors, cried the old men,
Three Wives Of A Mandarin
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate thats served is nests of the swallows.
Since the birth of time, the legal spouse
Is respected by her mandarin-husband.
The Wind on the Hills
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Go not to the hills of Erin
When the night winds are about,
Put up your bar and shutter,
And so keep the danger out.
Thick-Headed Thoughts: Part 2
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
A man is independent of the world,
And little recks of strife or angry brawl,
Tale Of A Tub
© Sylvia Plath
The photographic chamber of the eye
records bare painted walls, while an electric light
lays the chromium nerves of plumbing raw;
such poverty assaults the ego; caught
The Peace Of Europe
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"GREAT peace in Europe! Order reigns
From Tiber's hills to Danube's plains!"
So say her kings and priests; so say
The lying prophets of our day.
The True Heroes : Or, The Noble Army Of Martyrs
© Hannah More
You who love a tale of glory,
Listen to the song I sing:
Heroes of the Christian story
Are the heroes I shall bring.
The Vigil Of Venus
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Tunc liquore de superno spumeo et ponti globo,
Cærulas inter catervas, inter et bipedes equos,
Fecit undantem Dionen de maritis imbribus.
Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quiqiie amavit cras amet.
The Blind Girl Of Castel-Cuille. (From The Gascon of Jasmin)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At the foot of the mountain height
Where is perched Castel Cuille,
When the apple, the plum, and the almond tree
In the plain below were growing white,
This is the song one might perceive
On a Wednesday morn of Saint Joseph's Eve:
