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Retired thoughts enjoy their own delights,
As beauty doth in self-beholding eye ;
Man's mind a mirror is of heavenly sights,
A brief wherein all marvels summed lie,
Of fairest forms and sweetest shapes the store,
Most graceful all, yet thought may grace them more.

At Her Window

© Henry Kendall

There, where the plopping of the guttered rain
Sounds like a heavy footstep in the dark,
Where every shadow thrown by flickering light
Seems like her husband halting at the door,
I say a woman sits, and waits, and sits,
Then trims her fire, and comes to wait again.

Bees A-Zwarmen

© William Barnes

Avore we went a-milkèn, vive

Or six o's here wer all alive

Within and Without: Part V: A Dramatic Poem

© George MacDonald

Julian.
A heart that knows what thou canst never know,
Fair angel, blesseth thee, and saith, farewell.

Only A Dream

© James Whitcomb Riley

Only a dream!

Her head is bent

Deacon Jones' Grievance

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I'VE been watchin' of 'em parson,

An' I'm sorry fur to say

Robert Burns Wilson

© James Whitcomb Riley

What intuition named thee?--Through what thrill

Of the awed soul came the command divine

Pippa Passes: Part IV: Night

© Robert Browning

Thanks, friends, many thanks! I chiefly desire life now, that I may recompense every one of you. Most I know something of already. What, a repast prepared?Benedicto benedicatur . . . ugh, ugh! Where was I? Oh, as you were remarking, Ugo, the weather is mild, very unlike winter-weather: but I am a Sicilian, you know, and shiver in your Julys here. To be sure, when 't was full summer at Messina, as we priests used to cross in procession the great square on Assumption Day, you might see our thickest yellow tapers twist suddenly in two, each like a falling star, or sink down on themselves in a gore of wax. But go, my friends, but go! [To the Intendant]
Not you, Ugo! [The others leave the apartment]
I have long wanted to converse with you, Ugo.

When The Wind Storms By With A Shout

© William Ernest Henley

When the wind storms by with a shout, and the stern sea-caves
Rejoice in the tramp and the roar of onsetting waves,
Then, then, it comes home to the heart that the top of life
Is the passion that burns the blood in the act of strife -
Till you pity the dead down there in their quiet graves.

On a Blind Girl

© Baha ad-Din Zuhayr

They call my love a poor blind maid:
I love her more for that, I said;
I love her for she cannot see
The gray hairs which disfigure me.

Sonnet LX: Transfigured Life

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

As growth of form or momentary glance

In a child's features will recall to mind

To know just how He sufferedwould be dear

© Emily Dickinson

To know just how He sufferedwould be dear
To know if any Human eyes were near
To whom He could entrust His wavering gaze
Until it settle broadon Paradise

The Rock Of Cader Idris

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

I LAY on that rock where the storms have their dwelling,

The birthplace of phantoms, the home of the cloud;

Halloween

© George MacDonald

Sweep up the flure, Janet;
Put on anither peat.
It's a lown and a starry nicht, Janet,
And nowther cauld nor weet.

Hymn XVII. Rise royal Sion! rise and sing

© John Austin

Rise royal Sion! rise and sing

Thy souls kind Shepherd, thy harts King:

To K.M.D.

In the buds, before they burst,
Leaves and flowers are moulded;
Closely pressed they lie at first,
Exquisitely folded.

The Imprisoned Sea-Winds

VOICES of strange sea breezes caught,
Half tangled in the pine-tree tall,
With ocean's tenderest music fraught,
Serenely rise, and sweetly fall.

Inspiration.

There's a wind that sweeps through the day and night,
And like the lightning goes,
But none have heard the sound of its wings,
And none know whither it blows;

The Family's Homely Man

And always it's the homely man that happens in to mend
The little toys the youngsters break, for he's the children's friend.
And he's the one that sits all night to watch beside the dead,
And sends the worn-out sorrowers and broken hearts to bed.
The family wouldn't be complete without him night or day,
To smooth the little troubles out and drive the cares away.