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No News From The War

© Augusta Davies Webster

"IS she sitting in the meadow
Where the brook leaps to the mill,
Leaning low against the poplar,
Dreamily and still?

She knelt and kneeling drank the scent of limes,
Blown round the slow blind by a vesperal gust,
Till the room swam. So the lime-incense blew
Into her life as once it had in his,
Though how and when and with what ageless charge
Of sorrow and deep joy how could she know?

There is a calm for those who weep,

© James Montgomery

There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found:
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground.

The Knightly Guerdon

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Untrue to my Ulric I never could be,
I vow by the saints and the blessed Marie,
Since the desolate hour when we stood by the shore,
And your dark galley waited to carry you o'er:
My faith then I plighted, my love I confess'd,
As I gave you the BATTLE-AXE marked with your crest!

A Pastoral Courtship

© Thomas Randolph

Let's enter, and discourse our Loves;
These are, my dear, no tell-tale groves!
There dwell no Pyes, nor Parrots there,
To prate again the words they heare.
Nor babling Echo, that will tell
The neighbouring hills one syllable.

With A Copy of: "In Memoriam"

© George MacDonald

Dear friend, you love the poet's song,
And here is one for your regard.
You know the "melancholy bard,"
Whose grief is wise as well as strong;

The Lady Of La Garaye - Part III

© Caroline Norton

And either tries to hide the thoughts that wring
Their secret hearts; and both essay to bring
Some happy topic, some yet lingering dream,
Which they with cheerful words shall make their theme;
But fail,--and in their wistful eyes confess
All their words never own of hopelessness.

A Modest Request

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

SCENE,--a back parlor in a certain square,
Or court, or lane,--in short, no matter where;
Time,--early morning, dear to simple souls
Who love its sunshine and its fresh-baked rolls;
Persons,--take pity on this telltale blush,
That, like the AEthiop, whispers, "Hush, oh hush!"

Aforetime

© Thomas Sturge Moore

Thou findest parables;
With fond imagination
Adorning truth
For the successive
Unpersuaded
Generations.

Tale I

© George Crabbe

THE DUMB ORATORS; OR THE BENEFIT OF SOCIETY.

That all men would be cowards if they dare,

My Journey (With English Translation)

© Ali Sardar Jafri

PHIR IK DIN AISAA AAYEGAA

AAnKHOn KE DIYE BUJH JAAYEInGEY

The Vanities Of Life

© John Clare

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.--_Solomon_

What are life's joys and gains?

Metrical Letter, Written From London.

Margaret! my Cousin!--nay, you must not smile;

I love the homely and familiar phrase;

Thomson Green and Harriet Hale

Oh list to this incredible tale
Of THOMSON GREEN and HARRIET HALE;
Its truth in one remark you'll sum -
"Twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twum!"

The Farewell

BENT o'er his sabre, torrents starting
From his dim eyes, the bold hussar
Thus greets his cherish'd maid, while parting
For distant fields of war:

Sonnet For Christmas

I saw our golden years on a black gale,
our time of love spilt in the furious dust.
"O we are winter-caught, and we must fail,"
said the dark dream, "and time is overcast."