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Time And Memory
© Arthur Symons
Shall I be wroth with Time, that has no stay,
And even dreams brings to a mortal end,
Because my soul to mortal things would lend
Her restless immortality away?
The Spirit Of Poetry
© George Essex Evans
She is the flower-maid of the dreaming noon,
The goddess of the temple of the night;
Where the berg-turrets gleam beneath the moon
She builds Her throne of white.
The Song Of The Negro Boatmen
© Anonymous
So sing our dusky gondoliers;
And with a secret pain,
And smiles that seem akin to tears,
We hear the wild refrain.
The Parents
© Arthur Rimbaud
We are your Grand-Parents, the Grown-Ups!
Covered with the cold sweats of the moon and the greensward.
Our dry wines had heart in them!
In the sunshine where there is no deception,
what does man need? To drink.
Myself: To die among barbarous rivers.
Tell Him Why
© Edgar Albert Guest
When your boy wants to do what he shouldn't
Some foolish or dangerous thing.
The Lark and The Wind
© George MacDonald
In the air why such a ringing?
On the earth why such a droning?
The Refugees Haven
© Victor Marie Hugo
You may doubt I find comfort in England
But, there, 'tis a refuge from dangers!
Where a Cromwell dictated to Milton,
Republicans ne'er can be strangers!
The Trees like Tasselshitand swung
© Emily Dickinson
The Trees like Tasselshitand swung
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun
The Flight of the Goddess
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
A man should live in a garret aloof,
And have few friends, and go poorly clad,
With an old hat stopping the chink in the roof,
To keep the Goddess constant and glad.
To Horace Bumstead
© James Weldon Johnson
If so, take new and greater courage then,
And think no more withouten help you stand;
For sure as God on His eternal throne
Sits, mindful of the sinful deeds of men,
--The awful Sword of Justice in His hand,--
You shall not, no, you shall not, fight alone.
The March O' Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights,
Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights;
Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love an' rest,
With every day a good one, an' every evening blest.
The Eagle and the Dove
© William Wordsworth
SHADE of Caractacus, if spirits love
The cause they fought for in their earthly home
To see the Eagle ruffled by the Dove
May soothe thy memory of the chains of Rome.
The Boys
© James Whitcomb Riley
Where are they?--the friends of my childhood enchanted--
The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own,
And the warm, chubby fingers my palms have so wanted,
As when we raced over
Pink pastures of clover,
And mocked the quail's whir and the bumblebee's drone?
The House Across the Way
© Ralph Hodgson
The leaves looked in at the window
Of the house across the way,
The Father
© Muriel Stuart
The evening found us whom the day had fled,
Once more in bitter anger, you and I,
The Sign
© Guillaume Apollinaire
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers
I regret every one of the kisses that Ive given
Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers
The Lugubrious Whing-Whang
© James Whitcomb Riley
The rhyme o' The Raggedy Man's 'at's best
Is Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs,--
'Cause that-un's the strangest of all o' the rest,
An' the worst to learn, an' the last one guessed,
An' the funniest one, an' the foolishest.--
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
The Dance Of Death
© Henry Austin Dobson
He is the despots' Despot. All must bide,
Later or soon, the message of his might;
The Miracle Of Padre Junipero
© Francis Bret Harte
This is the tale that the Chronicle
Tells of the wonderful miracle
Wrought by the pious Padre Serro,
The very reverend Junipero.
The Impossibility Conquered : Or, Love Your Neighbour As Yourself.
© Hannah More
Who loves himself to great excess,
You'll grant must love his neighbour less;
When self engrosses all the heart
How can another have a part?
Then if self-love most men enthrall,
A neighbour's share is none at all.
