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The Missionary - Canto Seventh
© William Lisle Bowles
The watchman on the tower his bugle blew,
And swelling to the morn the streamers flew;
Travels By The Fireside. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,
Points to the misty main,
The Union
© Alfred Noyes
You that have gathered together the sons of all races,
And welded them into one,
Lifting the torch of your Freedom on hungering faces
That sailed to the setting sun;
The Quiet Pilgrim:
© Edith Matilda Thomas
WHEN on my soul in nakedness
His swift, avertless hand did press,
To Myrtilla Again
© Franklin Pierce Adams
When, as I may have said before,
Your image I can not ignore,
I do not tear
My thinning hair
Nor cuss;
The Passing Of Spring
© Alfred Austin
Spring came out of the woodland chase,
With her violet eyes and her primrose face,
With an iris scarf for her sole apparel,
And a voice as blithe as a blackbird's carol.
The Castle In Austria
© Clemens Maria Brentano
There lies a castle in Austria,
Right goodly to behold,
Walled tip with marble stones so fair,
With silver and with red gold.
The Old Magic
© Edith Nesbit
Gray is the sea, and the skies are gray;
They are ghosts of our blue, bright yesterday;
And gray are the breasts of the gulls that scream
Like tortured souls in an evil dream.
The Lords of Maussane
© René Char
One after the other, they wished to predict a happy future for us,
With an eclipse in their image and all the anguish befitting us!
The Aristocrat
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to stay
At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away).
Three-Mountain Pass
© Ho Xuan Huong
Gentlemen, lords, who could refuse, though weary
and shaky in his knees, to mount once more?
The Gold Givers
© Edgar Albert Guest
Oh, some shall stand in glory's light when all the strife is done,
And many a mother there shall say, "For truth I gave my son!"
But I shall stand in silence then and hear the stories brave,
For I must answer at the last that gold is all I gave.
The Song Of The Forest Ranger
© Herbert Bashford
Oh, to feel the fresh breeze blowing
From lone ridges yet untrod!
Oh, to see the far peak growing
Whiter as it climbs to God!
The Name On The Tree
© Madison Julius Cawein
I saw a name carved on a tree
"Julia";
A simpler name there could not be
Julia:
The Victories Of Peace
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
1.
GONE is the tempest that clouded
The land with its dark desolation.
Out from the pall that enshrouded
The Four Seasons : Spring
© James Thomson
Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
The German-American
© Katharine Lee Bates
HONOR to him whose very blood remembers
The old, enchanted dream-song of the Rhine,
Although his house of life. is fair with shine
Of fires new-kindled on the buried embers;
