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Then he tried
And rapped the little drawer in the side,
And called out sharply "Are you in there, Jack?"
And then a little, squeaky voice came back,--
"_Of course I'm in here--ain't you got the key
Turned on me!_"

The Bestiary: or Orpheuss Procession

© Guillaume Apollinaire

Admire the vital power
And nobility of line:
Its the voice that the light made us understand here
That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.

Lines In The Travellers' Book At Orchomenus

© George Gordon Byron

IN THIS BOOK A TRAVELLER HAD WRITTEN:
'Fair Albion, smiling, sees her son depart
To trace the birth and nursery of art:
Noble his object, glorious is his aim;
He comes to Athens, and he writes his name.'

Forward

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Let me look always forward. Never back.

Was I not formed for progress? Otherwise

Tale X

© George Crabbe

It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyes
Present the object, but the Mind descries;
And thence delight, disgust, or cool indiff'rence

Orlando Furioso Canto 18

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Gryphon is venged. Sir Mandricardo goes

To-Day

© Augusta Davies Webster

OH God, where hast thou hidden Truth? Oh Truth,

Where is the road to God?

In Memoriam A. H. H.

© Alfred Tennyson

Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

The Boy And The Skylark

© Charles Lamb

A FABLE.

"A wicked action fear to do,

Unity

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Space is ample, east and west,

But two cannot go abreast,

Charity

© William Cowper

Fairest and foremost of the train that wait

On man's most dignified and happiest state,

The Lucky Horseshoe

© James Thomas Fields

One morn, demoralized with grief,
The farmer clamored for relief;
And prayed right hard to understand
What witchcraft now possessed his land;
Why house and farm in misery grew
Since he nailed up that lucky shoe.

A Memorial tribute

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

LEADER of armies, Israel's God,
Thy soldier's fight is won!
Master, whose lowly path he trod,
Thy servant's work is done!

Kalamazoo

© Vachel Lindsay

Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,
The gods went walking, two and two,
With the friendly phoenix, the stars of Orion,
The speaking pony and singing lion.
For in Kalamazoo in a cottage apart
Lived the girl with the innocent heart.