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The Horse Of Your Heart

© William Henry Ogilvie

When you've ridden a four-year-old half of the day

And, foam to the fetlock, they lead him away,

An Indian Mother About to Destroy Her Child

Biddy, Be Kind!

© William Henry Ogilvie

Now what do you want to be playing about for,

Reefing and reaching your head for the bit?

A Letter From Peking

© Harriet Monroe

October I5th, 1910.

My friend, dear friend, why should I hear your voice

The Siege Of Corinth

© George Gordon Byron

XXVII.
Still the old man stood erect,
And Alp's career a moment check'd.
"Yield thee, Minotti; quarter take,
For thine own, thy daughter's sake."

Alice And Una. A Tale Of Ceim-An-Eich

With a sigh for what is fading, but, O Earth! with no upbraiding,
For we feel that time is braiding newer, fresher flowers for thee,
We will speak, despite our grieving, words of loving and believing,
Tales we vowed when we were leaving awful Ceim-an-eich,
Where the sever'd rocks resemble fragments of a frozen sea,
And the wild deer flee!

An Irish Mother

© William Percy French

Great wages men is givin'
In the land beyant the say,
But 'tis lonely lonely livin'
Whin the childher is away.

When The Green Gits Back In The Trees

© James Whitcomb Riley

In spring, when the green gits back in the trees,

And the sun comes out and stays,

The Lotus-Flower

© Roderic Quinn

All the heights of the high shores gleam
Red and gold at the sunset hour:
There comes the spell of a magic dream,
And the Harbour seems a lotus-flower;

Biography

© John Masefield

Yet when I am dust my penman may not know
Those water-trampling ships which made me glow,
But think my wonder mad and fail to find,
Their glory, even dimly, from my mind,
And yet they made me:

Out Of Pompeii

© William Wilfred Campbell

She lay, face downward, on her beaded arm,
In this her new, sweet dream of human bliss,
Her heart within her fearful, fluttering, warm,
Her lips yet pained with love's first timorous kiss.

Poetry And Philosophy

© Madison Julius Cawein

Out of the past the dim leaves spoke to me

The thoughts of Pindar with a voice so sweet

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto III.

IV The Attainment
You love? That's high as you shall go;
For 'tis as true as Gospel text,
Not noble then is never so,
Either in this world or the next.