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Hymn XIX: Rejoice Evermore With Angels Above

© Charles Wesley

Rejoice evermore With angels above,
In Jesus's power, In Jesus's love:
With glad exultation Your triumph proclaim,
Ascribing salvation To God and the Lamb.

The Last Laugh

© Franklin Pierce Adams

How sweet the moonlight sleeps," I quoted,
"Upon this bank!" that starry night-
The night you vowed you'd be devoted-
I'll tell the world you held me tight.

Renunciation

© Mathilde Blind

When ich Dich liebe was geht es Dich an?

Making The House A Home

© Edgar Albert Guest

Here's our story, page by page,

Happy youth and middle-age,

The Dead Bride

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

WITHIN my circled arm she lay and faintly smiled the long night through,

And oh, but she was fair to view, fair to view!

Love's Palace

© Arthur Maquarie

IF the woodland and the heath,

And the hedgerows thick with may,

Ps: 113

© Thomas Parnell

Ye who ye Ld of host adore

O praise his name alone

Absence And Love

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WE need the clasp of hand in hand,
The light flashed warm from neighboring eyes:
Or else as weary seasons pass--
Alas! alas!
Our tenderest love grows wan and dies.

Ho! it's come, kids, come!
"With a bim! bam! bum!
Here's little Billy bangin' on his big bass drum!
He's a-marchin' round the room,
With his feather-duster plume
A-noddin' an' a-bobbin' with his bim! bom! boom!

The Trembling Jailer

© John Newton

A Believer, free from care,

May in chains, or dungeons, sing,

Autumn Sonnet

© Charles Baudelaire

Your eyes, clear as crystal, ask me: Strange lover,
what do I mean to you?- Hush, and be charming!
My heart, irritated by all but the one thing,
the primitive creatures absolute candour,

What's The Pope Do?

© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli

What's the pope do? Drinks, and takes a nap;

looks out the window, has a bite to eat,

Oriental Romance

© Madison Julius Cawein

I

Beyond lost seas of summer she

"Guess"

© Eugene Field

There is a certain Yankee phrase

I always have revered,

The Frog

Who am I but the Frog--the Frog!
My realm is the dark bayou,
And my throne is the muddy and moss-grown log
That the poison-vine clings to--
And the blacksnakes slide in the slimy tide
Where the ghost of the moon looks blue.

John Webster: VII

THUNDER: the flesh quails, and the soul bows down.

Night: east, west, south, and northward, very night

The Return Of The Goddess

Not as in youth, with steps outspeeding morn,
And cheeks all bright from rapture of the way,
But in strange mood, half cheerful, half forlorn,
She comes to me to-day.

Holy Sonnet XVI: Father

© John Donne

Father, part of his double interest

Unto thy kingdom, thy Son gives to me,

Across The fields

Across the sky, the clouds move,
Across the fields, the wind,
Across the fields the lost child
Of my mother wanders.

Right On

© Anonymous

Ho! children of the brave,
Ho! freemen of the land,
That hurl'd into the grave
Oppression's bloody band;
Come on, come on, and joined be we
To make the fettered bondman free.