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To His Wife

© Daniel Henry Deniehy

O Pure of soul, and fond and deep of heart

For those who darkened be,

A little while, a little while

© Emily Jane Brontë

A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.

I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls

© Patrick Barrington

When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,

I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then.

The Child Of The Islands - Spring

© Caroline Norton

I.
WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown
Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head:
White tufted Guelder-roses, showering down

They could not quell the grieved and shuddering air,
That breathed about me its forlorn despair:
It almost seemed as if stern Triumph sped
To one whose hopes were dead,
And flaunting there his fortune's ruddier grace,
Smote--with a taunt--wan Misery in the face!

Of Death

© John Bunyan

Death, as a king rampant and stout
The world he dare engage;
He conquers all, yea, and doth rout
The great, strong, wise, and sage.

The Visit Of Mahmoud Ben Suleim To Paradise

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

Perchance the past of man--and thence to draw
From far experience, sanctified by awe
Of God's mysterious ways, some hint to tell
Who of the dead in heaven and who in hell
Dwelt now in endless bliss or endless bale.

Ode Recited At The Harvard Commemoration July 21, 1865

© James Russell Lowell

Weak-Winged is Song,

Nor aims at that clear-ethered height

The Old Pole Star

© Edith Wharton

BEFORE the clepsydra had bound the days
Man tethered Change to his fixed star, and said:
"The elder races, that long since are dead,
Marched by that light; it swerves not from its base
Though all the worlds about it wax and fade."

To Rutherford Birchard Hayes

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

How to address him? awkward, it is true
Call him "Great Father," as the Red Men do?
Borrow some title? this is not the place
That christens men Your Highness and Your Grace;
We tried such names as these awhile, you know,
But left them off a century ago.

I have found

© Mirabai

I have found, yes, I have found the wealth of the Divine Name's gem.
My true guru gave me a priceless thing. With his grace, I accepted it.
I found the capital of my several births; I have lost the whole rest of the world.
No one can spend it, no one can steal it. Day by day it increases one and a quarter times.
On the boat of truth, the boatman was my true guru. I came across the ocean of existence.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover, of whom I merrily, merrily sing.

Queen Mab: Part VIII.

THE FAIRY
'The present and the past thou hast beheld.
It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn,
The secrets of the future--Time!

Conversation

Though nature weigh our talents, and dispense

To every man his modicum of sense,

Sonnet 35: What May Words Say

What may words say, or what may words not say,
Where truth itself must speak like flattery?
Within what bounds can one his liking stay,
Where Nature doth with infinite agree?