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A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - December

The Empty Purse--A Sermon To Our Later Prodigal Son

Thy knowledge of women might be surpassed:
As any sad dog's of sweet flesh when he quits
The wayside wandering bone!
No revilings of comrades as ingrates: thee
The tempter, misleader, and criminal (screened
By laws yet barbarous) own.

Ad Finem Fideles

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

Far out, far out they lie. Like stricken women weeping,

Eternal vigil keeping with slow and silent tread

The Ancient Banner

© Anonymous

In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,

The bosom of his Father, and assumed

Pictures From Appledore

© James Russell Lowell

I

A heap of bare and splintery crags

Independence

© Charles Churchill

Happy the bard (though few such bards we find)

Who, 'bove controlment, dares to speak his mind;

Foxhound Puppies

© William Henry Ogilvie

Great big lolloping lovable things!

Rolling and tumbling on every lawn,

The Canterbury Tales; The Man of Law

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Part 6

To Hermann Stoffkraft, Ph.D., The Hero Of A Recent Work Called Paradoxical Philosophy

© James Clerk Maxwell

A paradoxical ode, after Shelley.

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.

Good Counsel of Chaucer

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Flee from the press, and dwell with soothfastness;

Suffice thee thy good, though it be small;

Light

© George MacDonald

Dull horrid pools no motion making!
No bubble on the surface breaking!
The dead air lies, without a sound,
Heavy and moveless on the marshy ground.

After The Ball

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Silence now reigns in the corridors wide,
The stately rooms of that mansion of pride;
The music is hushed, the revellers gone,
The glittring ball-room deserted and lone,
Silence and gloom, like a clinging pall,
Oershadow the housetis after the ball.

Tale XIV

dwell,
While he was acting (he would call it) well;
He bought as others buy, he sold as others sell;
There was no fraud, and he demanded cause
Why he was troubled when he kept the laws?"
"My laws!" said Conscience. "What," said he, "

Elegy VI. To Charles Diodati, When He Was Visiting In The Country (Translated From Milton)

With no rich viands overcharg'd, I send

Health, which perchance you want, my pamper'd friend;

Daphles. An Argive Story

But the Queen's host by skilful champions led,
Its powers meanwhile concentred to a head,
Lay, an embattled force with wary eye,
Ready to ward or strike whene'er the cry
Of coming foemen on their ears should fall,
Nigh the huge towers which guard the capital.