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Are Ye Truly Free?

© James Russell Lowell

Men! whose boast it is that ye

Come of fathers brave and free;

What Grandfather Said

© Alfred Noyes

Your thoughts are for the poor and weak?
Ah, no, the picturesque's your passion!
Your tongue is always in your cheek
At poverty that's not in fashion.

An Ode

© Madison Julius Cawein

_In Commemoration of the Founding of the

Massachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623._

Metamorphoses: Book The Sixth

© Ovid

The End of the Sixth Book.

Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands

A Woman

© Robert Laurence Binyon

O you that facing the mirror darkly bright
In the shadowed corner, loiter shyly fond,
To ask of your own sad eyes a comfort slight,
Before you brave the pathless world beyond;

XXIII. The Truth

© Giovanni Pascoli

And there was a flowering garden in the sea,

"Thought is Surrounded by a Halo"

© Gwen Harwood

Show me the order of the world,
the hard-edge light of this-is-so
prior to all experience
and common to both world and thought,
no model, but the truth itself.

Pleasant Prophecies

© Robert Fuller Murray

A day of gladness yet will dawn,
Though when I cannot say;
Perhaps it may be Thursday week,
Perhaps some other day,

The House Of Dreams

© Sara Teasdale

I built a little House of Dreams,
And fenced it all about,
But still I heard the Wind of Truth
That roared without.

And when Grief comes thou shalt have suffered more
Than all the deepest woes of all the world;
Joy, dancing in, shall find thee nourished with mirth;
Wisdom shall find her Master at thy door;
And Love shall find thee crowned with love empearled;
And death shall touch thee not but a new birth.

"The Morn That Breaks Its Heart Of Gold"

© Madison Julius Cawein

From an ode "In Commemoration of the Founding of the

Massachusetts Bay Colony."

Hero And Leander. The Sixth Sestiad

© George Chapman

No longer could the Day nor Destinies

Delay the Night, who now did frowning rise

Hermann And Dorothea - II. Terpsichore

Then the son thoughtfully answer'd:--"I know not why, but the fact is
My annoyance has graven itself in my mind, and hereafter
I could not bear at the piano to see her, or list to her singing."

'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 3

WHEN Heavn had overturnd the Trojan state

And Priams throne, by too severe a fate;

The Brothers

"THESE Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live

A profitable life: some glance along,

Speranza

© Jean Ingelow

England puts on her purple, and pale, pale
With too much light, the primrose doth but wait
To meet the hyacinth; then bower and dale
Shall lose her and each fairy woodland mate.
April forgets them, for their utmost sum
Of gift was silent, and the birds are come.