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The Four Ages. A Brief Fragment Of An Extensive Projected Poem
© William Cowper
"I could be well content, allowed the use
Of past experience, and the wisdom gleaned
From worn-out follies, now acknowledged such,
To recommence life's trial, in the hope
The Agnostic
© Mathilde Blind
But when resurgent from the womb of night
Spring's Oriflamme of flowers waves from the Sod;
When peak on flashing Alpine peak is trod
By sunbeams on their missionary flight;
When heaven-kissed Earth laughs, garmented in light;--
That is the hour in which I miss my God.
Three Portraits Of Boys
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
STURDY little form, of true
Saxon pattern, through and through;
Face as purely Saxon, too,
With a smile demure and sly,
The Study and Beauties of the Works of Nature
© James Thomson
O Nature! all-sufficient! over all!
Enrich me with the knowledge of Thy works!
The First Part: Sonnet 13 - O sacred blush, impurpling cheeks' pure skies
© William Henry Drummond
O sacred blush, impurpling cheeks' pure skies
With crimson wings which spread thee like the morn;
The Doctor
© Edgar Albert Guest
I don't see why Pa likes him so,
And seems so glad to have him come;
The Ring And The Book - Chapter II - Half-Rome
© Robert Browning
All five soon somehow found themselves at Rome,
At the villa door: there was the warmth and light
The sense of life so just an inch inside
Some angel must have whispered One more chance!
The True Beauty
© Thomas Carew
He that loves a rosy cheek
Or coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires ;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
Three Steps
© Katharine Lee Bates
THREE steps there are our human life must climb.
The first is Force.
The Latest Martyr (Mexico 1926)
© Alice Guerin Crist
The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,
Theres a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,
And the birds are singing gaily I must crush my sorrow down
Why should a woman weep whose son doth wear a martyrs crown?
The Closing Scene
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Who can bring healing to her heart's despair,
Her whole rich sum of happiness lies there! ~ CROLY.
The Reason For Work
© Edgar Albert Guest
Some struggle hard for worldly fame,
Some toil to have an honored name,
Treinta y Tres
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
La edad del cristo azul se me acongoja
porque Mahoma me sigue tiñendo
verde el espíritu y la carne roja
y los talla, el beduino y a la hurí,
como una esmeralda en un rubí.
The Drowned Lover
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Ah! faint are her limbs, and her footstep is weary,
Yet far must the desolate wanderer roam;
Though the tempest is stern, and the mountain is dreary,
The Hyacinth
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HERE in this wrecked storm-wasted garden-close
The grave of infinite generations fled
Of flowers that now lay lustreless and dead,
As the gray dust of Eden's earliest rose.
The Garden Plot
© Jonathan Swift
When Naboth's vineyard look'd so fine,
The king cried out, "Would this were mine!"
And yet no reason could prevail
To bring the owner to a sale.
Tristrams End
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Tristram
Isoult, Isoult, thy kiss!
To sorrow though I was made,
I die in bliss, in bliss.
