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We Shall Surely Die
© William Ernest Henley
We shall surely die:
Must we needs grow old?
Grow old and cold,
And we know not why?
When Ma Wants Something New
© Edgar Albert Guest
Last night Ma said to Pa: "My dear,
The Williamsons are coming here
Wanderlust
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE highways and the byways, the kind sky folding all,
And never a care to drag me back and never a voice to call;
Only the call of the long, white road to the far horizon's wall.
When Last We Parted
© James Thomson
When last we parted, thou wert young and fair,
How beautiful let fond remembrance say!
Winter Song
© Robert Bloomfield
Dear Boy, throw that Icicle down,
And sweep this deep Snow from the door:
Welcome To Frost
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O SPIRIT! at whose wafts of chilling breath
Autumn unbinds her zone, to rest in death;
Touched by whose blight the light of cordial days
Is lost in sombre browns and sullen grays;
Wives By The Dozen
© Matthew Prior
O Death how thou spoil'st the best project of life,
Said Gabriel, who still as he bury'd one wife,
Windows
© Charles Baudelaire
Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window.
There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle.
What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what goes on behind a windowpane.
In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers.
Woak Hill
© William Barnes
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden
Green-ruddy in hedges,
Bezide the red doust o' the ridges,
A-dried at Woak Hill;
Written for my Son ... at his First Putting on Breeches
© Mary Barber
WHAT is it our mamma's bewitches,
To plague us little boys with breeches ?
When Nellie's On The Job
© Edgar Albert Guest
The bright spots in my life are when the servant quits the place,
Although that grim disturbance brings a frown to Nellie's face;
The week between the old girl's' reign and entry of the new
Is one that's filled with happiness and comfort through and through.
The charm of living's back again-a charm that servants rob-
I like the home, I like the meals, when Nellie's on the job.
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.
Who Is This?
© Rabindranath Tagore
I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
When Rising from The Bed of Death
© Joseph Addison
When rising from the bed of death,
Oerwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear?
