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Jonathan to John

© James Russell Lowell

It don't seem hardly right, John,

When both my hands was full,

"My parch'd lips strove for utterance--but no,
I could but listen still, with speechless woe:
I stretch'd my quivering arms--'Away! away!'
She cried, 'and let me humbly kneel, and pray
For pardon; if, indeed, such pardon be
For having dared to love--a thing like thee!'

Fodder For Cannon

© Katharine Lee Bates

Bodies glad, erect,

Beautiful with youth,

To Mary

© William Makepeace Thackeray

I seem, in the midst of the crowd,

The lightest of all;

The Borough. Letter XIII: The Alms-House And Trustees

© George Crabbe

feel.
Three seats were vacant while Sir Denys reign'd,
And three such favourites their admission gain'd;
These let us view, still more to understand
The moral feelings of Sir Denys Brand.

An Hymne Of Heavenly Beautie

© Edmund Spenser

Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,
Through contemplation of those goodly sights,
And glorious images in heaven wrought,
Whose wondrous beauty, breathing sweet delights

Ballad Of Jesus Of Nazareth

© Edgar Lee Masters

It matters not what place he drew
At first life's mortal breath,
Some say it was in Bethlehem,
And some in Nazareth.
But shame and sorrow were his lot
And shameful was his death.

Columbus

© William Watson

(12TH OCTOBER 1492)

From his adventurous prime

The Feud: A Border Ballad

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

They sat by their wine in the tavern that night,
But not in good fellowship true:
The Rhenish was strong and the Burgundy bright,
And hotter the argument grew.

Admetus: To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson

© Emma Lazarus

He who could beard the lion in his lair,

To bind him for a girl, and tame the boar,

Lovers At The Lake Side

© Jean Ingelow

'And you brought him home.' 'I did, ay Ronald, it rested with me.'
'Love!' 'Yes.' 'I would fain you were not so calm.' 'I cannot weep. No.'
'What is he like, your poor father?' 'He is-like-this fallen tree
Prone at our feet, by the still lake taking on rose from the glow,

Sordello: Book the Sixth

© Robert Browning

The thought of Eglamor's least like a thought,

And yet a false one, was, "Man shrinks to nought

To a Child

© Judith Wright

When I was a child I saw
a burning bird in a tree.
I see became I am,
I am became I see.

The Branded Hand

WELCOME home again, brave seaman! with thy thoughtful brow and gray,
And the old heroic spirit of our earlier, better day;
With that front of calm endurance, on whose steady nerve in vain
Pressed the iron of the prison, smote the fiery shafts of pain!

To My Eldest Brother, With The British Army In Portugal

Does memory's pencil oft, in mellowing hue,
Dear social scenes, departed joys renew;
In softer tints delighting to retrace,
Each tender image and each well-known face?
Yes! wanderer, yes! thy spirit flies to those,
Whose love unalter'd, warm and faithful glows!

A Song For The Irish Militia

AIR--_The Peacock._

The Three-Decker

Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail.
It cost a watch to steer her, and a week to shorten sail;
But, spite all modern notions, I found her first and best -
The only certain packet for the Islands of the Blest.