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A Familiar Epistle To A Friend

© James Russell Lowell

Yes, this _is_ life! And so the bard
Through briny deserts, never scarred
Since Noah's keel, a subject seeks,
And lies upon the watch for weeks;
That once harpooned and helpless lying,
What follows is but weary trying.

Lines Written In August

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

The day of tumult, strife, defeat, was o'er;
Worn out with toil, and noise, and scorn, and spleen,
I slumbered, and in slumber saw once more
A room in an old mansion, long unseen.

The Deans Reasons For Not Building At Drapiers-Hill

© Jonathan Swift

I will not build on yonder mount;
And, should you call me to account,
Consulting with myself, I find
It was no levity of mind.

To H. W. Longfellow

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

OUR Poet, who has taught the Western breeze
To waft his songs before him o'er the seas,
Will find them wheresoe'er his wanderings reach
Borne on the spreading tide of English speech
Twin with the rhythmic waves that kiss the farthest beach.

The Regret

© Arthur Symons

It seems to me, dearest, if you were dead.

And thought returned to me after the tears,

conteining an Historicall Discourse from the Infancie of the world, untill this present time

© Roger Cotton

Now may we all of England say of truth:
As we haue heard, so haue we seene performd
In these our dayes most worthy to be learnd:
How that the Lord doth stil his Church defend
From cruell foes, whom his to hurt pretend.

Evangeline: Part The First. II.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,

And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters.

Woodmanship

© George Gascoigne

My worthy Lord, I pray you wonder not

To see your woodman shoot so oft awry,

The Wonderful Spring Of San Joaquin

© Francis Bret Harte

You see the point? Don't be too quick
To break bad habits: better stick,
Like the Mission folk, to your ARSENIC.

From: A Life-Drama

© Alexander Smith

FORERUNNERS

Walter. I HAVE a strain of a departed bard;

From The Sea

© Sara Teasdale

All beauty calls you to me, and you seem,
Past twice a thousand miles of shifting sea,
To reach me. You are as the wind I breathe
Here on the ship's sun-smitten topmost deck,

The Curse Of Cromwell

© William Butler Yeats

YOU ask what - I have found, and far and wide I go:

Nothing but Cromwell's house and Cromwell's mur-

Gliding Over All

© Walt Whitman

GLIDING o'er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul-not life alone,
Death, many deaths I'll sing.

To Colonel Charles (Dying General C.B.B.)

An English heart, my commandant,
A soldier's eye you have, awake
To right and left; with looks askant
On bulwarks not of adamant,
Where white our Channel waters break.

The Gladness of Nature

Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?

Repining

She sat alway thro' the long day
Spinning the weary thread away;
And ever said in undertone:
'Come, that I be no more alone.'

Misunderstood

The ills of all the human race,
The woes of earth that bring disgrace
Would banish, if we only could,
Escape the fiend, Misunderstood.

Epilogue

© Eugene Field

The day is done; and, lo! the shades
Melt 'neath Diana's mellow grace.
Hark, how those deep, designing maids
Feign terror in this sylvan place!
Come, friends, it's time that we should go;
We're honest married folk, you know.