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The Horologe Of The Fields
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Addressed to a Young Lady, on seeing at the House of an
Acquaintance a magnificent French Timepiece.
Cui Bono
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Oh! wind that whistles o'er thorns and thistles,
Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf;
A Song Of Home
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I am singing a song to the boys to-day,
A song of the home that is far away.
Gladys And Her Island
© Jean Ingelow
“Ah, well, but I am here; but I have seen
The gay gorse bushes in their flowering time;
I know the scent of bean-fields; I have heard
The satisfying murmur of the main.”
The Sower
© Victor Marie Hugo
Sitting in a porchway cool,
Fades the ruddy sunlight fast,
Twilight hastens on to rule--
Working hours are wellnigh past
Do You Remember Springfield?
© Stephen Vincent Benet
The Illinois earth is black
(Do you remember, Springfield?)
The State is shaped like a heart,
Shaped like an arrowhead.
The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Oh! it is not just the men who face the guns,
Not the fighters at the Front alone, to-day
Who will bring the longed-for close to the bloody fray, for those
Could not carry on that fray without the ones
Who are working at war's problems far away.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 06
© Torquato Tasso
LXXI
Aurora bright her crystal gates unbarred,
The Bard Of Breffney
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Withered with years and broken by Time's play
I still do live, who only seek to lay
Idyll XXV. Heracles the Lion Slayer
© Theocritus
To whom thus spake the herdsman of the herd,
Pausing a moment from his handiwork:
"Friend, I will solve thy questions, for I fear
The angry looks of Hermes of the roads.
No dweller in the skies is wroth as he,
With him who saith the asking traveller nay.
Dorcas
© George MacDonald
If I might guess, then guess I would
That, mid the gathered folk,
This gentle Dorcas one day stood,
And heard when Jesus spoke.
A Good Father
© William Barnes
No; mind thy father. When his tongue
Is keen, he's still thy friend, John,
Psalm CIV. Paraphrased
© James Thomson
To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget;
Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the debt?
Lord, thou art great, how great we cannot know;
Honour and majesty do round thee flow.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =First Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
MAR. We know that you are not a theologian but a philosopher, and that
you treat of philosophy and not of theology.
I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls
© Patrick Barrington
When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,
I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then.
The Child Of The Islands - Spring
© Caroline Norton
I.
WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown
Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head:
White tufted Guelder-roses, showering down
Tuesday In Whitsun-Week
© John Keble
"Lord, in Thy field I work all day,
I read, I teach, I warn, I pray,
And yet these wilful wandering sheep
Within Thy fold I cannot keep.
Wander-Thirst
© Gerald Gould
BEYOND the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea,
And East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be;
It works in me like madness, dear, to bid me say good-bye;
For the seas call, and the stars call, and oh! the call of the sky!
