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The Wail in the Native Oak
© Henry Kendall
Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine,
Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and dripping vine;
Thoughts Of Christmas-Day In India
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
IT is Christmas, and the sunshine
Lies golden on the fields,
And flowers of white and purple
Yonder fragrant creeper yields.
The Dance Of The Seven Sins
© Arthur Symons
THE STAGE-MANAGER
It is. Each morning that decays
To midnight ends the world as well,
For the world's day, as that farewell
When, at the ultimate judgment-Stroke,
Heaven too shall vanish in pale smoke.
The Children's Hour. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.
Twickenham Garden
© John Donne
BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Hither I come to seek the spring,
To a Pair of Blucher Boots
© Henry Lawson
OLD acquaintance unforgotten,
Though you may be ugly brutes
Though your leathers cracked and rotten,
Worn-out pair of Blucher boots.
The Crane is My Neighbour
© John Shaw Neilson
The bird is my neighbour, a whimsical fellow and dim;
There is in the lake a nobility falling on him.
The North Sea Patrol
© Rudyard Kipling
Where the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning,
And the balmy night-breezes blow straight from the Pole,
I heard a Destroyer sing: "What an enjoya-
ble life does one lead on the North Sea Patrol!
To Mistress ------
© Thomas Parnell
Hadst thou but livd before ye Gods were dead
That Heathens ownd ye world might thus have said.
"If any settled seat ye Muses use
"Thou art that seat or art thy self a Muse.
The Kansas Emigrants
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS.
WE cross the prairie as of old
The pilgrims crossed the sea,
To make the West, as they the East,
To
© Charles Harpur
LONG ere I knew theeyears of loveless days
A Shape would gather from my dreams and pour
The soul-sweet influence of its gentle gaze
Into my being, thrilling it to the core,
Then would I wake, with lonely heart to pine
For that nocturnal image:it was thine!
True Beauty
© Francis Beaumont
May I find a woman fair,
And her mind as clear as air,
If her beauty go alone,
'Tis to me as if't were none.
The Lost Wife
© Stephen Vincent Benet
In the daytime, maybe, your heart's not breaking,
For there's the sun and the sky and working
And the neighbors to give you a word or hear you,
But, ah, the long nights when the wind comes shaking
The cold, black curtain, pulling and jerking,
And no one there in the bed to be near you.
The Spagnoletto. Act I
© Emma Lazarus
SCENE--During the first four acts, in Naples; latter part of the
fifth act, in Palermo. Time, about 1655.
The Lost Occasion
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Some die too late and some too soon,
At early morning, heat of noon,
The Thankless Lady
© George MacDonald
It is May, and the moon leans down at night
Over a blossomy land;
Leans from her window a lady white,
With her cheek upon her hand.
The Lion Hunt
© Thomas Pringle
Mount - mount for the hunting - with musket and spear!
Call our friends to the field - for the Lion is near!
Call Arend and Ekhard and Groepe to the spoor;
Call Muller and Coetzer and Lucas Van Vuur.
The Island In The South
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE ship went down at noonday in a cam,
When not a zephyr broke the crystal sea.
We two escaped alone: we reached an isle
Whereon the water settled languidly
