This year I have seen autumn with new eyes,
Glimpsed hitherto undreamt of mysteries
In the slow ripening of the town-bred trees;
Horse-chestnut lifting wide hands to the skies;

The Pampered Lapdog And The Misguided Ass

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

A woolly little terrier pup
Gave vent to yelps distressing,
Whereat his mistress took him up
And soothed him with caressing,
And yet he was not in the least
What one would call a handsome beast.

The Philanthropic Society

© William Lisle Bowles

INSCRIBED TO THE DUKE OF LEEDS.

When Want, with wasted mien and haggard eye,

The Travelling Bear

© Amy Lowell

GRASS-BLADES push up between the cobblestones

And catch the sun on their flat sides

The Holy of Holies

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Elder father, though thine eyes

Shine with hoary mysteries,

To Iris

© Arthur Symons

Lucrezia Borgias evil face,

Framed by her orange sunset hair,

The Skyline Riders

© Henry Lawson

Against the light of a dawning white

My Skyline Riders stand

To Mrs. Henry Siddons

© Frances Anne Kemble

O lady! thou, who in the olden time

Hadst been the star of many a poet's dream!

The Man Im For

I'M for the happy man every time,

The man who smiles as he goes his way,

The Retreat.

Against my lonely latter years
I'll build a faery home for me
Proof against sorrow with its fears,
And age with its adversity.

The Heart Taken

© John Newton

The castle of the human heart
Strong in its native sin;
Is guarded well, in every part,
By him who dwells within.

Again, the year's _decline_, midst storms and floods,
The thund'ring chase, the yellow fading woods,
Invite my song; that fain would boldly tell
Of upland coverts, and the echoing dell,
By turns resounding loud, at eve and morn
The swineherd's halloo, or the huntsman's horn.

To Cruel Ocean

Where are the hapless shipmen?--disappeared,

Gone down, where witness none, save Night, hath been,

Trilogy Of Passion 02 Elegy

WHAT hope of once more meeting is there now
In the still-closed blossoms of this day?
Both heaven and hell thrown open seest thou;
What wav'ring thoughts within the bosom play
No longer doubt! Descending from the sky,
She lifts thee in her arms to realms on high.