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Of earth, rocks, Fifth-month flowers, experienced-stars, rain, snow,
my amaze;
Having studied the mocking-bird's tones, and the mountainhawk's,
And heard at dusk the unrival'd one, the hermit thrush from the
swamp-cedars,
Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.

After Sixty Years

© Edith Nesbit

RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar

Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer

To The Moon.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

BUSH and vale thou fill'st againWith thy misty ray,
And my spirit's heavy chainCastest far away.Thou dost o'er my fields extendThy sweet soothing eye,
Watching like a gentle friend,O'er my destiny.Vanish'd days of bliss and woeHaunt me with their tone,
Joy and grief in turns I know,As I stray alone.Stream beloved, flow on! flow on!Ne'er can I be gay!

Sonnet LI. The Human Flower. 1.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

IN the old void of unrecorded time,
In long, slow æons of the voiceless past,
A seed from out the weltering fire-mist cast
Took root a struggling plant that from its prime

On The Lake,

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[Written on the occasion of Goethe's starting
with his friend Passavant on a Swiss Tour.]I DRINK fresh nourishment, new bloodFrom out this world more free;
The Nature is so kind and goodThat to her breast clasps me!
The billows toss our bark on high,And with our oars keep time,

When Nobody Listens

© Franklin Pierce Adams

_At not at all infrequent spells
I hear--and so do you--
The tales that everybody tells
And no one listens to._

The Mountain Castle.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THERE stands on yonder high mountainA castle built of yore,
Where once lurked horse and horsemanIn rear of gate and of door.Now door and gate are in ashes,And all around is so still;
And over the fallen ruinsI clamber just as I will.Below once lay a cellar,With costly wines well stor'd;
No more the glad maid with her pitcherDescends there to draw from the hoard.No longer the goblet she placesBefore the guests at the feast;

The Vanity of Human Wishes: The Tenth Satire of Juvenal, Imitated by Samuel Johnson

© Samuel Johnson

Yet still the gen'ral Cry the Skies assails
And Gain and Grandeur load the tainted Gales;
Few know the toiling Statesman's Fear or Care,
Th' insidious Rival and the gaping Heir.

Daphne to Apollo. Imitated From The First Book Of Ovid's Metamorphosis

© Matthew Prior

Daphne aside]
This care is for himself as pure as death;
One mile has put the fellow out of breath:
He'll never go, I'll lead him th' other round;
Washy he is, perhaps not over sound.

True Enjoyment.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

To join the angelic choir above,
In heaven's bright mansions to abide,--
No diff'rence at the change thoult prove.

The Glimpse

© George Herbert

Whither away, Delight?
Thou cam'st but now; wilt thou so soon depart,
And give me up to night?
For many weeks of lingring pain and smart
But one half hour of comfort for my heart?

Answers In A Game Of Questions.

THE LADY.IN the small and great world too,What most charms a woman's heart?
It is doubtless what is new,For its blossoms joy impart;
Nobler far is what is true,For fresh blossoms it can shootEven in the time of fruit.THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN.With the Nymphs in wood and caveParis was acquainted well,
Till Zeus sent, to make him rave,Three of those in Heav'n who dwell;

The Stone

And yesterday the man passed among us unnoted!
Did his deed and went his way without boasting,
Leaving his act to steak, himself silent!

Sonnet V

How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action,

When the miserly press of each day's need

The Happy Couple.

AFTER these vernal rainsThat we so warmly sought,
Dear wife, see how our plainsWith blessings sweet are fraught!
We cast our distant gazeFar in the misty blue;
Here gentle love still strays,Here dwells still rapture true.Thou seest whither goYon pair of pigeons white,