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To Charles Lloyd: An Unexpected Visitor
© Charles Lamb
Alone, obscure, without a friend,
A cheerless, solitary thing,
Why seeks, my Lloyd, the stranger out?
What offering can the stranger bring
The Christ upon the Hill
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
A couple old sat o'er the fire,
And they were bent and gray;
They burned the charcoal for their Lord,
Who lived long leagues away.
The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature's Hand
© William Wordsworth
The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand,
And, haply, there the spirits of the blest
The White Mans Burden
© Pablo Neruda
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
To The Teachers Of America
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
TEACHERS of teachers! Yours the task,
Noblest that noble minds can ask,
The Clown's Reply
© Oliver Goldsmith
JOHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers
To tell them the reason why asses had ears?
'An't please you,' quoth John, 'I'm not given to letters,
Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters;
Howe'er, from this time I shall ne'er see your graces,
As I hope to be saved! without thinking on asses.'
The Light Wraps You
© Pablo Neruda
The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twighlight
that revolves around you.
The Gentle Hand Of Women Folks
© Edgar Albert Guest
The gentle hand of women folks
Keeps this old world in line,
The Counsellors
© Roderic Quinn
AS I went a-walking
Through the Morning Land,
Up came Folly
And took me by the hand;
Tonight I Can Write
© Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
The Fable Of Midas
© Jonathan Swift
Midas, we are in story told,
Turn'd every thing he touch'd to gold:
He chipp'd his bread; the pieces round
Glitter'd like spangles on the ground:
The Seeking Of Content
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Sweet Content, at the rich man's gate,
Called, "Wilt thou let me in?"
The Last Charge
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Now, men of the North! will you join in the strife
For country, for freedom, for honor, for life?
The giant grows blind in his fury and spite,--
One blow on his forehead will settle the fight!
The Bride.
© Robert Crawford
Her bridal dawn! her heart was fed
Last night with eerie food,
As, one by one, her lovers dead
Came in the solitude,
Time and Grief
© William Lisle Bowles
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay
Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence
(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense)
The faint pang stealest unperceived away;
To The Lady Magdalen Herbert, Of St. Mary Magdalen
© John Donne
HER of your name, whose fair inheritance
Bethina was, and jointure Magdalo,
The Metamorphosed Gypsies (excerpt)
© Benjamin Jonson
The fairy beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you;
A moon of light
In the noon of night,
The Triumph
© Benjamin Jonson
SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my Lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
And well the car Love guideth.
