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The Princess (part 5)
© Alfred Tennyson
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
'She must weep or she will die.'
The Horn Of Egremont Castle
© William Wordsworth
ERE the Brothers through the gateway
Issued forth with old and young,
To the Horn Sir Eustace pointed
Which for ages there had hung.
The Minstrels Grave
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oh let it be where the waters are meeting,
In one crystal sheet, like the summer's sky bright!
The End Of Fear
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Though the whole heaven be one-eyed with the moon,
Though the dead landscape seem a thing possessed,
Yet I go singing through that land oppressed
As one that singeth through the flowers of June.
The Castle-Builder. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks,
A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,
A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,
And towers that touch imaginary skies.
The Saffron
© Mirabai
The saffron of virtue and contentment
Is dissolved in the water-gun of love and affection.
To Sir Walter Scott
© William Lisle Bowles
ON ACCIDENTLY MEETING AND PARTING WITH SIR WALTER SCOTT, WHOM I HAD NOT
SEEN FOR MANY YEARS, IN THE STREETS OF LONDON
Thou Art Queen
© Robert Fuller Murray
Thou art queen to every eye,
When the fairest maids convene.
Envy's self can not deny
Thou art queen.
The Lost Galleon
© Francis Bret Harte
In sixteen hundred and forty-one,
The regular yearly galleon,
Laden with odorous gums and spice,
India cottons and India rice,
And the richest silks of far Cathay,
Was due at Acapulco Bay.
To My Mother
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Than all the diamond's crystal rays,
Than all the emerald's lucid blaze;
And joys of heav'n would thrill thy heart,
To bid one bosom-grief depart,
One tear, one sorrow cease!
The Beggars Quatrain
© Victor Marie Hugo
Blind, as was Homer; as Belisarius, blind,
But one weak child to guide his vision dim.
The hand which dealt him bread, in pity kind--
He'll never see; God sees it, though, for him.
The Blind Harper
© Madison Julius Cawein
And thus it came my feet were led
To wizard walls that hairy hung
Old as their rock the moss made dead;
And, like a ditch of fire flung
Around it, uncouth flowers red
Thrust spur and fang and tongue.
To The Same
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Töchterchenlein, by whom the least became
The greatest title of dear Daughterhood,
The White Stag
© Ezra Pound
I ha' seen them 'mid the clouds on the heather.
Lo! they pause not for love nor for sorrow,
Yet their eyes are as the eyes of a maid to her lover,
When the white hart breaks his cover
And the white wind breaks the morn.
To One Reading The Morte DArthure
© Madison Julius Cawein
O daughter of our Southern sun,
Sweet sister of each flower,
Dost dream in terraced Avalon
A shadow-haunted hour?
Or stand with Guinevere upon
Some ivied Camelot tower?
The Lure That Failed
© Edgar Albert Guest
I know a wonderful land, I said,
Where the skies are always blue,
To June
© George MacDonald
Ah, truant, thou art here again, I see!
For in a season of such wretched weather
The Mother's Return
© William Wordsworth
A MONTH, sweet Little-ones, is past
Since your dear Mother went away,--
And she tomorrow will return;
Tomorrow is the happy day.
