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The Gossips
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
And the dark, handsome Bee, with his cloak o'er his shoulder,
Came swift through the sunlight and kissed the sad Rose,
And whispered: "My darling, I've roved the world over,
And you are the loveliest flower that grows."
The Unpardonable Sin
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
I do not cry, beloved, neither curse.
Silence and strength, these two at least are good.
He gave me sun and start and aught He could,
But not a woman's love; for that is hers.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
It is not true the dead unhonoured were
If they returned to life. Nay, claim thine own,
And see how gladly I, thy ``thankless heir,''
The Muses Threnodie: Sixth Muse
© Henry Adamson
From thence we passing by the Windy Gowle,
Did make the hollow rocks with echoes yowle,
And all alongst the mountains of Kinnoull,
Where did we shoot at many fox and fowl.
The Victory
© Robert Southey
Hark--how the church-bells thundering harmony
Stuns the glad ear! tidings of joy have come,
The Bards, To The Soldiers Of Caractacus
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Spark of freedom, blaze on high!
Wilt thou quiver? shalt thou die?
Never, never! holy fire!
Mount, irradiate! beam, aspire!
Those Who Do Not Dance
© Gabriela Mistral
A crippled child
Said, How shall I dance?
Let your heart dance
We said.
The Army of the Rear
© Henry Lawson
I LISTENED through the music and the sounds of revelry,
And all the hollow noises of that year of Jubilee;
Turkeys
© John Clare
The turkeys wade the close to catch the bees
In the old border full of maple trees
The Golden Corpse
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Stripped country, shrunken as a beggar's heart,
Inviolate landscape, hardened into steel,
Where the cold soil shatters under heel
Day after day like armor cracked apart.
The Poor Children
© Victor Marie Hugo
Take heed of this small child of earth;
He is great; he hath in him God most high.
"The Undying One" - Canto IV
© Caroline Norton
On she goes, and the waves are dashing
Under her stern, and under her prow;
Oh! pleasant the sound of the waters splashing
To those who the heat of the desert know.
The Sleep Of Spring
© John Clare
O for that sweet, untroubled rest
That poets oft have sung!--
The babe upon its mother's breast,
The bird upon its young,
The heart asleep without a pain--
When shall I know that sleep again?
The Garden
© Katharine Tynan
I know a garden like a child,
Clean and new-washed and reconciled.
It grows its own sweet way, yet still
Has guidance of some tender will
That clips, confines, its wilder mood
And makes it happy, being good.
To My Husband on Our Wedding-Day
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
I leave for thee, beloved one,
The home and friends of youth,
The Speeches of Gratulations
© Benjamin Jonson
Stay, what art thou, that in this strange attire,
Dar'st kindle stranger, and un-hallowed fire
Upon this Altar?
The Pathos Of Applause
© James Whitcomb Riley
The greeting of the company throughout
Was like a jubilee,--the children's shout
The Hired Man And Floretty
© James Whitcomb Riley
The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before,
In near reach of the wood-box, the stove-door
And one leaf of the kitchen-table, was
Somewhat belated, and in lifted pause
His dextrous knife was balancing a bit
Of fried mush near the port awaiting it.
