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The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act II
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
PHILIP [aside]. If to find my death I come,
Why precipitate my doom?
But so patient who could be
As to not desire to see
What impends, how dark its gloom?
The Spells Of Home
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
There blend the ties that strengthen
Our hearts in hours of grief,
The silver links that lengthen
Joy's visits when most brief. ~ BERNARD BARTON.
The Earth, Late Chok'd with Showers
© Thomas Lodge
The earth, late chok'd with showers,
Is now array'd in green,
Her bosom springs with flowers,
The air dissolves her teen;
The heav'ns laugh at her glory,
Yet bide I sad and sorry.
Two Are Together
© Geoffrey Grigson
This wild-mint-scented scene
And wild roses
And wrinkle of water descending
Tending to laughter;
Together, then
After.
To A Bride
© Sappho
Bride, around whom the rosy leaves are flying,
Sweet image of the Cyprian undying,
The bed awaits thee; go, and with him lying,
Give to the groom thy sweetness, softly sighing.
May Hesperus in gladness pass before thee,
And Hera of the silver throne bend o'er thee.
The Corner Stone
© Walter de la Mare
Sterile these stones
By time in ruin laid.
Yet many a creeping thing
Its haven has made
In these least crannies, where falls
Dark's dew, and noonday shade.
To A Gentleman That Only Upon The Sight Of The Author's Wri
© Andrew Marvell
Quis posthac chartae committat sensa loquaci,
Si sua crediderit Fata subesse stylo?
Conscia si prodat Seribentis Litera sortem,
Quicquid & in vita plus latuisse velit?
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 7
© Publius Vergilius Maro
AND thou, O matron of immortal fame,
Here dying, to the shore hast left thy name;
The Kiss --- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
Two pairs of lips
Seem to whisper into each others ears
The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me
© James Whitcomb Riley
Uncle Sidney, when he wuz here,
Maked me a squirtgun out o' some
Elder-bushes 'at growed out near
Where wuz the brickyard--'way out clear
To where the toll-gate come!
The Setting Of The Moon
© Giacomo Leopardi
As, in the lonely night,
Above the silvered fields and streams
The Year
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?
The Golden Gift That Nature Did Thee Give
© Henry Howard
The golden gift that Nature did thee give
To fasten friends and feed them at thy will
The Wife
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Your shadow on the dust,
Strength, and a cry,
Delight, despair, mistrust, -
All these am I.
Dawn, and the far hills thrust
To a far sky.
To John Milton
© John Clare
Poet of mighty power, I fain
Would court the muse that honoured thee,
And, like Elisha's spirit, gain
A part of thy intensity;
And share the mantle which she flung
Around thee, when thy lyre was strung.
The Satin Shoes
© Thomas Hardy
'If ever I walk to church to wed,
As other maidens use,
And face the gathered eyes,' she said,
'I'll go in satin shoes!'
