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To Dr. John Brown: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
BEYOND the north wind lay the land of old
Where men dwelt blithe and blameless, clothed and fed
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Prelude
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Amid the hospitable glow,
Like an old actor on the stage,
With the uncertain voice of age,
The singing chimney chanted low
The homely songs of long ago.
The Old Cottagers
© John Clare
The little cottage stood alone, the pride
Of solitude surrounded every side.
The South Wind And The Sun
© James Whitcomb Riley
O The South Wind and the Sun!
How each loved the other one
To The Lady H.O.
© Caroline Norton
I.
COME o'er the green hills to the sunny sea!
The boundless sea that washeth many lands,
Where shells unknown to England, fair and free,
To Charles Cowden Clarke
© John Keats
Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning,
And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning;
He slants his neck beneath the waters bright
So silently, it seems a beam of light
The Harvest
© Aristophanes
Oh, 'tis sweet, when fields are ringing
With the merry cricket's singing,
The Poet To Nature
© Alice Meynell
I have no secrets from thee, lyre sublime,
My lyre whereof I make my melody.
I sing one way like the west wind through thee,
With my whole heart, and hear thy sweet strings chime.
The Song Of Loved Ones
© Edgar Albert Guest
The father toils at his work all day,
And he hums this song as he plods away:
The Sage
© Harriet Monroe
Sequoia, growing grandly
Out of the long ago,
Beloved of Time, whose sons
March by to measures slow,
How tenderly you cherish
All little lives below!
To Peace
© Katharine Lee Bates
THE cup, the ruby cup
Whence anguish drips,
At last is lifted up
Against our lips.
To My Cousin, Anne Bodham, On Receiving From Her A Network Purse, Made By Herself
© William Cowper
My gentle Anne, whom heretofore,
When I was young, and thou no more
Than plaything for a nurse,
I danced and fondled on my knee,
A kitten both in size and glee,--
I thank thee for my purse.
The Seeking Of The Waterfall
© John Greenleaf Whittier
They left their home of summer ease
Beneath the lowland's sheltering trees,
To seek, by ways unknown to all,
The promise of the waterfall.
The Fountain
© James Russell Lowell
Into the sunshine,
Full of the light,
Leaping and flashing
From morn till night!
The Return Of Youth
© William Cullen Bryant
My friend, thou sorrowest for thy golden prime,
For thy fair youthful years too swift of flight;
The Bells
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
T is but a wave, whose spreading circle beats,
With the same impulse, every nerve it meets,
Yet who shall count the varied shapes that ride
On the round surge of that aerial tide!
There Is A Bondage Worse, Far Worse, To Bear
© William Wordsworth
THERE is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear
Than his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall,
Pent in, a Tyrant's solitary Thrall:
'Tis his who walks about in the open air,
