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Of Himself

© William Cowper

William was once a bashful youth;
His modesty was such,
That one might say (to say the truth)
He rather had too much.

YOU promise heavens free from strife,
Pure truth, and perfect change of will;
But sweet, sweet is this human life,
So sweet, I fain would breathe it still;
Your chilly stars I can forgo,
This warm kind world is all I know.

The Open Secret

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

The Heavens repeat no other Song,

And, plainly or in parable,

A Letter Written For My Son To A Young Gentleman

© Mary Barber

O would Mandana cross the Seas,
And hear a People speak her Praise,
With Britain vie to hail the Dame,
Who, Granville, could exalt thy Name,
Transmitting down thy Fame with Care,
And double Lustre, in her Heir!

Dead Loves

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WHENE'ER I think of old loves wall and dead,
Of passion's wine outpoured in senseless dust,
Of doomed affection's and long-buried trust,
Through all my soul an arctic gloom is shed;

Good Tidings; Or News From The Farm

© Robert Bloomfield

Where's the Blind Child, so admirably fair,

With guileless dimples, and with flaxen hair

Olney Hymn 23: Pleading For And With Youth

© William Cowper

Sin has undone our wretched race;
But Jesus has restored,
And brought the sinner face to face
With his forgiving Lord.

Phillida and Coridon

© Nicholas Breton

IN the merry month of May,

In a morn by break of day,

The Voices Of The Ocean

© Robert Laurence Binyon

All the night the voices of ocean around my sleep
Their murmuring undulation sleepless kept.
Rocked in a dream I slept,
Till drawn from trances deep

Since Jessie Died

© Edgar Albert Guest

We understand a lot of things we never did before,
And it seems that to each other Ma and I are meaning more.
I don't know how to say it, but since little Jessie died
We have learned that to be happy we must travel side by side.
You can share your joys and pleasures, but you never come to know
The depth there is in loving, till you've got a common woe.

The Veteran

© Leon Gellert

Here must I sit and stare,

Withered and wrinkled;

Adonis

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The gods did love Adonis, and for this
He died, ere time had furrowed his young cheek.
For Aphrodité slew him with a kiss.
He sighed one sigh, as though he fain would speak

Roses And Gasoline

© Edgar Albert Guest

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,"
Cried Romeo once, and truth he spoke I own;
And we should smell the autos down the street
Though gasoline were labeled French cologne.

The Falcon

I know a falcon swift and peerless
As e'er was cradled In the pine;
No bird had ever eye so fearless,
Or wing so strong as this of mine.

Love Sonnets

How beautiful doth the morning rise
Oer the hills, as from her bower a bride
Comes brightenedblushing with the shame-faced pride
Of love that now consummated supplies