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November, 1851

© George MacDonald

Why wilt thou stop and start?
Draw nearer, oh my heart,
And I will question thee most wistfully;
Gather thy last clear resolution
To look upon thy dissolution.

The Flag On The Farm

© Edgar Albert Guest

We've raised a flagpole on the farm

And flung Old Glory to the sky,

It's a bigger thing you're doing than the most of us have done;
We have lived the days of pleasure; now the gray days have begun,
And upon your manly shoulders fall the burdens of the strife;
Yours must be the sacrifices of the trial time of life.
Oh, I don't know how to say it, but I'll never think of you
Without wishing I were sharing in the work you have to do.

Sweet Content

© Thomas Dekker

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?

O sweet content!

Valedictory Poem

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Lay me low, my work is done;

I am weary. Lay me low,

To My Bride (Whoever She May Be)

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Oh! little maid! - (I do not know your name
Or who you are, so, as a safe precaution
I'll add) - Oh, buxom widow! married dame!
(As one of these must be your present portion)
Listen, while I unveil prophetic lore for you,
And sing the fate that Fortune has in store for you.

King Cophetua The First

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Said Jove within himself one day,

I'll make me a mistress out of clay!

The Wonder-Working Magician - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

CYPRIAN. Ever wrangling in this way,
How ye both my patience try!
Why can he not go? Say why?

The Castle Of Indolence

© James Thomson

The castle hight of Indolence,
And its false luxury;
Where for a little time, alas!
We lived right jollily.

Metamorphoses: Book The Eighth

© Ovid

The End of the Eighth Book.

Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands

Stain Not The Sky

© Henry Van Dyke

Ye gods of battle, lords of fear,

Who work your iron will as well

Laurance - [Part 2]

© Jean Ingelow

Then looking hard upon her, came to him
The power to feel and to perceive. Her teeth
Chattered, and all her limbs with shuddering failed,
And in her threadbare shawl was wrapped a child
That looked on him with wondering, wistful eyes.

Ye Wearie Wayfarer [A Dedication to the author of Holmby House"

Fytte I
By Wood and Wold
[A Preamble]

The Kalevala - Rune XXXIX

WAINAMOINEN'S SAILING.

'Tis The Feast Of Corn

'Tis the feast of corn, 'tis the feast of bread,
On the dear scene returned to, witnessed again!
So white is the light o'er the reapers shed
Their shadows fall pink on the level grain.

To The God Opportunity

Strange, that no idol hath been roughly wrought,

Or fairly carven, bearing on its base

To The Sun

More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her noble light,
More beautiful than the stars, the famous medals of the night,
More beautiful than the fiery entrance a comet makes,
And called to a part far more splendid than any other planet's
Because daily your life and my life depend on it, is the sun.