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A Castaway

© Augusta Davies Webster

So long since:
and now it seems a jest to talk of me
as if I could be one with her, of me
who am…… me.

On The Truth Of The Saviour

© George Moses Horton

E'en John the Baptist did not know
Who Christ the Lord could be,
And bade his own disciples go
The strange event to see.

Father William

© James Whitcomb Riley

"You are old, Father William, and though one would think
All the veins in your body were dry,
Yet the end of your nose is red as a pink;
I beg your indulgence, but why?"

Too Late "Dowglas, Dowglas, Tendir And Treu"

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas,
In the old likeness that I knew,
I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas,
Douglas, Douglas, tender and true.

Dear Doctor, I have Read your Play

© George Gordon Byron

Dear Doctor, I have read your play,

Which is a good one in its way,

This is the land!
It lies outstretched a vision of delight,
Bent like a shield between the silver seas
It flashes back the hauteur of the sun;
Yet teems with humblest beauties, still a part
Of its Titanic and ebullient heart.

A Margarita Debayle (To Margarita Debayle)

© Rubén Dario

"Éste era un rey que tenía
un palacio de diamantes,
una tienda hecha del día
y un rebaño de elefantes.

The Enemies

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I could have sung as sweet as any lark
Who in unfettered skies doth find him blest,
And sings to leaning angels prayer and praise,
For in God's garden the most lowly nest.

Yarrow Revisited

© William Wordsworth

. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,

Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"

The Innkeepers Wife

© Clive Sansom

Well, I must go in. There are meals to serve.
Join us there, Carpenter, when youve had enough
Of cattle-company. The world is a sad place,
But wine and music blunt the truth of it.

A Poem On The Last Day - Book I

© Edward Young

When, lo, a mighty trump, one half conceal'd
In clouds, one half to mortal eye reveal'd,
Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call
Shall rattle in the centre of the ball;
The' extended circuit of creation shake,
The living die with fear, the dead awake.

A Student's Evening Hymn

© James Clerk Maxwell

I.

Now no more the slanting rays

The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part II

© Mathilde Blind

I.

THERE was a windless mere, on whose smooth breast

Mary Magdalene II

People clean their homes before the feast.
Stepping from the bustle of the street
I go down before Thee on my knees
And anoint with myrrh Thy holy feet.

Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part I

YE interstellar spaces, serene and still and clear.
Above, below, around!
Ye gray unmeasured breadths of ether, sphere on sphere!
We listen, but no sound
Rings from your depths profound.