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Seasons

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Oh the cheerful Budding-time!

When thorn-hedges turn to green,

Olympus

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Through female subtlety intense,

Or the good luck of innocence,

The sun was streaming in: I woke, and said,
“Where is my wife,—that has been made my wife
Only this year?” The casement stood ajar:
I did but lift my head: The pear-tree dropped,
The great white pear-tree dropped with dew from leaves
And blossom, under heavens of happy blue.

London Excursion

© John Gould Fletcher

We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
Housetops keep at a distance.

The Restoration Of The Royal Family

© John Keble

As when the Paschal week is o'er,
Sleeps in the silent aisles no more
The breath of sacred song,
But by the rising Saviour's light
Awakened soars in airy flight,
Or deepening rolls along;

Day is dead, and let us sleep

© Augusta Davies Webster

DAY is dead, and let us sleep,
Sleep a while or sleep for aye,
'Twere the best if we unknew
While to-morrow dawned and grew;

The Departure Of St. Patrick From Scotland

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Twice to your son already has the hand of God been shewn,
Restoring him from alien bonds to be once more your own,
And now it is the self--same hand, dear kinsmen, that to--day
Shall take me for the third time from all I love away.

With Stopwatch In Hand

© Karl Kraus

Berlin, 22 September 1916.
On 17 September one of our
submarines sank a fully
loaded enemy troop transport
in the Mediterranean. The
ship went down in 43 seconds.

A Valediction of my Name in the Window

© John Donne

MY name engraved herein
Doth contribute my firmness to this glass,
Which ever since that charm hath been
As hard, as that which graved it was ;
Thine eye will give it price enough, to mock
The diamonds of either rock.

The Village Schoolmaster

© Oliver Goldsmith

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way

With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,

Poem 14

© Kabir

To what shore would you cross, O my heart? there is no traveller before you, there is no road:

Where is the movement, where is the rest, on that shore?

To A Beautiful Woman

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

SURELY, dame Nature made you in some dream
Of old-world women--Chriemhild, or bright
Aslauga, or Boadicea fierce and fair,
Or Berengaria as she rose, her lips
Yet ruddy from the poison that anoints
Her memory still, the queen of queenly wives.

Western Camps

© Roderic Quinn

THREE men stood with their glasses lifted,
Night was around them and flaring lamps:
"Here's to the tried and true and sifted;
Here's to the flotsam tossed and drifted;

In Early Spring

O Spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise

In the young children's eyes.

Verses Addressed To My Two Nephews

Resolve to feel that best delight
Reserv'd for those who live aright:
And thus, dear Boys! your tribute pay;
Thus consecrate SAINT HELEN'S DAY!

An Epilogue To Love

I

Love now, my heart, there is but now to love;

The Ballad Of The Solemn Ass

Recited at the Century Club, New York: Twelfth Night. 1906

Come all ye good Centurions and wise men of the times,

A card table in the library stands ready

To receive the puzzle which keeps never coming.

Satyr VIII. The Picture Of Time

Methinkes the picture thus instructs my mind
Our hours are fleeting & the last assignd
Soon will it Come too soon alas for most
& all the time we use not well is lost