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A Wish

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'd like to be a boy again, a care-free prince of joy again,

I'd like to tread the hills and dales the way I used to do;

The church was wrapped in darkness save for the alter-light,
And save where near the marble rail six tapers glimmered bright
Oer waxen heavy-scented flowers and coffin plated deep,
Where the good wife, Mary Halloran lay in her last long sleep.

Thinkin' Back

© James Whitcomb Riley

Thinkin' back--W'y, goodness me!
I kin call their names and see
Every little tad I played
With, er fought, er was afraid
Of, and so made _him_ the best
Friend I had of all the rest!

Perdita

© Jean Ingelow

I go beyond the commandment.'
So be it. Then mine be the blame,
The loss, the lack, the yearning, till life's last sand be run,-
I go beyond the commandment, yet honour stands fast with her claim,
And what I have rued I shall rue; for what I have done-I have done.

Victories Of The Heart

© Anonymous

There's not a stately hall,

There's not a cottage fair,

To The Rev. A. A. In The Country From His Friend In London

© Horace Smith

Thou little village curate,
Come quick, and do not wait;
We'll sit and talk together,
So sweetly _tete-a-tete_.

School

© Percy MacKaye

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Old Hezekiah leaned hard on his hoe

The Party

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

DEY had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night;

Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in my life see sich a sight;

Against Women Unconstant

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Madame, for youre newefangelnesse,

Many a servant have ye put out of grace.

Appeal To Nature Of The Solitary Heart

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

DEAR mother, take me to thy breast!
I have no other place of rest
In all this weary world of men:
Ah! fold me in thy love again,
Sweet mother; clasp me to thy breast!

Blind Sorrow

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

One bitter time of mourning, I remember,
When day, and night, my sad heart did complain,
My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December,
And all its pleasures, were but whited pain.

Olney Hymn 30: The Light And Glory Of The Word

© William Cowper

The Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.

Sonnet LVII: Like As the Lute

© Samuel Daniel

Like as the lute that joys or else dislikes

As in his art that plays upon the same,

Trafalgar Day

© George Meredith

He leads: we hear our Seaman's call
In the roll of battles won;
For he is Britain's Admiral
Till setting of her sun.

Sonnet : From The Italian Of Dante

DANTE ALIGHIERI TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI:
Guido, I would that Lapo, thou, and I,
Led by some strong enchantment, might ascend
A magic ship, whose charmed sails should fly

A Retrospect

Life wanes, and the bright sunlight of our youth

Sets o'er the mountain-tops, where once Hope stood.

The Progress Of A Divine: Satire

All priests are not the same, be understood!
Priests are, like other folks, some bad, some good.
What's vice or virtue, sure admits no doubt;
Then, clergy, with church mission, or without;
When good, or bad, annex we to your name,
The greater honour, or the greater shame.