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The Churchwarden and The Apparition: A Fable

© Thomas Chatterton

The night was cold, the wind was high,

And stars bespangled all the sky;

The White Pall Of Peace

© Alfred Austin

Over the peaceful veldt,
Silently, snowflakes fall!
Silently, slow, unfelt,
Cover the Past with a pall!

Show me the Way

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Show me the way that leads to the true life.
I do not care what tempests may assail me,
I shall be given courage for the strife;
I know my strength will not desert or fail me;

I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? -
My lady laughs, delighting in what is.
If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue.
She makes space lonely with a lovely song.
She lilts a low soft language, and I hear
Down long sea-chambers of the inner ear.

Forever

© Charles Stuart Calverley

"Forever": 'tis a single word!
Our rude forefathers deemed it two:
Can you imagine so absurd
A view?

Opportunity

© Edgar Albert Guest

So long as men shall be on earth
There will be tasks for them to do,
Some way for them to show their worth;
Each day shall bring its problems new.

My Soulaccused meAnd I quailed

© Emily Dickinson

My Soulaccused meAnd I quailed
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused meand I smiled
My Soulthat Morningwas My friend

The Suicide's Soliloquy

© Abraham Lincoln

Here, where the lonely hooting owl

Sends forth his midnight moans,

La Bete

© Henri Cazalis

Qui donc t'a pu creer, Sphinx etrange, o Nature!

Et d'ou t'ont pu venir tes sanglants appetits?

Bande Mataram

© Sri Aurobindo

Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving, Mother of might,
Mother free.

A Lover's Quarrel

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

And all through the riotous, ardent weather
We dreamed, and loved, and rejoiced together.

"What shall I say to thee, my spirit, so soon dejected"

© Robert Laurence Binyon

What shall I say to thee, my spirit, so soon dejected,
Unaccountably conquered, where thou seemed'st strong?
Life, that, yesterday, the sun's own glory reflected,
Darkened now, like a train of captives, crawls along.

Abode Of The Beloved

© Kabir

Nahin Tahan Gyan Dhyan
Nahin Jap Tap
Ved Kiteb Na Bani
Karni Dharni Rehni Gehni,
Yeh Sub Jahan Hirani

A Sybil

Long before our time they called her old,
But she'd walk down the same road every day.
Her age became too much to say
In years and, like a forest's, would be told

Poetry: A Metrical Essay, Read Before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard

Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire!
Ye winds of Memory, sweep the silent lyre!
Ray of the past, if yet thou canst appear,
Break through the clouds of Fancyâs waning year;
Chase from her breast the thin autumnal snow,
If leaf or blossom still is fresh below!