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Thissledown
© William Barnes
The thissledown by wind's a-roll'd
In Fall along the zunny plaïn,
Did catch the grass, but lose its hold,
Or cling to bennets, but in vaïn.
To Lucasta, Her Reserved Looks
© Richard Lovelace
Lucasta, frown, and let me die,
But smile, and see, I live;
The Primrose of the Rock
© William Wordsworth
The flowers, still faithful to the stems,
Their fellowship renew;
The stems are faithful to the root,
That worketh out of view;
And to the rock the root adheres
In every fibre true.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETS
This is the book. For evil and for good,
What my life was in it is written plain.
These are no dreams, but things of flesh and blood,
The Careless Word
© Caroline Norton
A WORD is ringing thro' my brain,
It was not meant to give me pain;
It had no tone to bid it stay,
When other things had past away;
The Plugger
© Edgar Albert Guest
He isn't very brilliant and his pace is often slow,
There's nothing very flashy in his style;
The Minds Diet
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
No life worth naming ever comes to good
If always nourished on the selfsame food;
The creeping mite may live so if he please,
And feed on Stilton till he turns to cheese,
But cool Magendie proves beyond a doubt,
If mammals try it, that their eyes drop out.
The Dream Called Life (From the Spanish of Pedro Calderon de la Barca)
© Edward Fitzgerald
From the Spanish of Pedro Calderon de la Barca
A dream it was in which I found myself.
The Gleaner
© Virna Sheard
As children gather daisies down green ways
Mid butterflies and bees,
To-day across the meadows of past days
I gathered memories.
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Fifth
© William Wordsworth
HIGH on a point of rugged ground
Among the wastes of Rylstone Fell
Above the loftiest ridge or mound
Where foresters or shepherds dwell,
The nameof itis
© Emily Dickinson
The nameof itis "Autumn"
The hueof itis Blood
An Arteryupon the Hill
A Veinalong the Road
The Willow-Tree
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Domine, Domine!
Sing we a litany,
Sing for poor maiden-hearts broken and weary;
Domine, Domine!
Sing we a litany,
Wail we and weep we a wild Miserere!
Truthful James To The Editor
© Francis Bret Harte
Which it is not my style
To produce needless pain
By statements that rile
Or that go 'gin the grain,
But here's Captain Jack still a-livin', and Nye has no skelp on his
brain!
The Glacier
© Henry Van Dyke
At noon unnumbered rills begin to spring
Beneath the burning sun, and all the walls
Of all the ocean-blue crevasses ring
With liquid lyrics of their waterfalls;
As if a poet's heart had felt the glow
Of sovereign love, and song began to flow.
The Stars
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
NO cloud obscures the summer sky,
The moon in brightness walks on high,
And, set in azure, every star
Shines, like a gem of heaven, afar!
The Golden Calf
© John Newton
When Israel heard the fiery law,
From Sinai's top proclaimed;
Their hearts seemed full of holy awe,
Their stubborn spirits tamed.
The Peace Convention At Brussels
© John Greenleaf Whittier
STILL in thy streets, O Paris! doth the stain
Of blood defy the cleansing autumn rain;
Still breaks the smoke Messina's ruins through,
And Naples mourns that new Bartholomew,
The Truthis stirless
© Emily Dickinson
The Truthis stirless
Other forcemay be presumed to move
Thisthenis best for confidence
When oldest Cedars swerve
