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"I dreamt last night"

© Lesbia Harford

I dreamt last night
That spring had come.
Across green fields I saw a blur
Of crimson-blossomed plum.

The Ballad Of The New Arrival

© Edgar Albert Guest

Prince, at your pleasures I sneeze,
You to riches and glory may bow,
But my joy is greater than these,
There's another to welcome me now.

Arakoon

© Henry Kendall

There the East hums loud and surly,
Late and early,
Through the chasms and the caves,
And across the naked verges
Leap the surges!
White and wailing waifs of waves.

The Weaver

© Edgar Albert Guest

The patter of rain on the roof,

The glint of the sun on the rose;

Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

What tho' first,
In years unseason'd, I attuned the lay
To idle passion and unreal woe?
Yet serious truth her empire o'er my song

A Poem On The Last Day - Book II

Now man awakes, and from his silent bed,
Where he has slept for ages, lifts his head;
Shakes off the slumber of ten thousand years,
And on the borders of new worlds appears.
Whate'er the bold, the rash adventure cost,
In wide Eternity I dare be lost.

Aims At Happiness

© Jane Taylor

HOW oft has sounded whip and wheel,

How oft is buckled spur to heel,

Individuality.

© Sidney Lanier

Sail on, sail on, fair cousin Cloud:
Oh loiter hither from the sea.
Still-eyed and shadow-brow'd,
Steal off from yon far-drifting crowd,
And come and brood upon the marsh with me.

Tale III

© George Crabbe

bound;
In all that most confines them they confide,
Their slavery boast, and make their bonds their

The Tomb Of Laius

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Rises a tomb--like stony mass
Amid the bosky mountain--bases;
It seems no work of human care,
But many rocks split off from one:
Laius, the Theban king, lies there,--
His murderer dipus, his son.

Polly Be-en Upzides Wi Tom

© William Barnes

Ah! yesterday, d'ye know, I voun'

Tom Dumpy's cwoat an' smock-frock, down

To A Painted Lady

© Alexander Brome

Leave these deluding tricks and shows,

Be honest and downright;

The Island Of Endless Play

It lies off the border of 'No School Land'
And abounds with pleasures, I understand.

The Ghost - Book IV

Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence

To something of exalted sense

Cities Vagabonds

These are cities!
And this is the people for whom these
Alleghenys and Lebanons of dream have been raised!
Castles of wood and crystal move on tracks and invisible winches.