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The States

© Edgar Albert Guest

There is no star within the flag

That's brighter than its brothers,

The Statue Over The Cathedral Door. (From The German Of Julius Mosen)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Forms of saints and kings are standing
The cathedral door above;
Yet I saw but one among them
Who hath soothed my soul with love.

Mon Frere Camille

© William Henry Drummond

Mon frere Camille he was first class blood

W'en he come off de State las' fall,

Birthday Verses

© Thomas Hood

Good morrow to the golden morning,
Good morrow to the world's delight
I've come to bless thy life's beginning,
Since it makes my own so bright!

A Deity

© Lesbia Harford

Sometimes I think God has his days
For being friends.
He says: "Forgive my careless ways.
No one pretends

Unfortunate

© Julia A Moore

Fold her hands upon her breast,
And let her sweetly sleep.
She has found a perfect rest,
Beneath her winding sheet.

Where is God, whilst all around us sounds the jarring of the wheels,
When the cry of human anguish starwards thro His glory steals?
There is neither hope nor pity underneath the moving wheels.
Woe to him who slips or falters whilst the wheels are moving on!
Woe to him who stays to breathe him when the goal is nearly won!
There they lieand lie for everover whom the wheels have gone!

Freedom

© Alfred Tennyson

Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
She heard the torrents meet.

In Lesbiam Cat. Ep. 76.

© Richard Lovelace

Huc est mens deducta tua, mea Lesbia, culpa,
Atque ita se officio perdidit ipsa suo.
Ut jam nec bene velle queam tibi, si optima sias:
Nec desistere amare, omnia si facias.

We Are Many

© Pablo Neruda

Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one.
They are lost to me under the cover of clothing
They have departed for another city.

Brookwell

© William Barnes

Well, I do zay 'tis wo'th woone's while

To beät the doust a good six mile

Picture Of A Young Lady

© William Lisle Bowles

When I was sitting, sad, and all alone,

Remembering youth and love for ever fled,

Encore

© Anonymous

The singer stood in a blaze of light,
And fronted the flowery throng;
Her lips parted with her greeting smile,
Her soul soared out in her song.

The Christmas Homes Of England

The Christmas homes of England!
How far-famed and how dear;
In bright array they ever stand,
That glad day of the year;

Pharsalia - Book IX: Cato

Such were the words he spake; and soon the fleet
Had dared the angry deep: but Cato's voice
While praising, calmed the youthful chieftain's rage.

The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 2240)

Amoure.
2136 Alas madame / now the bryght lodes sterre
2137 Of my true herte / where euer I go or ryde
2138 Thoughe that my body / be frome you aferr
2139 Yet my herte onely / shall with you abyde
2140 Whan than you lyste / ye maye for me prouyde

The Blind Heart

Be still, O hunger of heart, and let pity speak:
Her soul is a wandering bird, and its wings are weak,
Pier heart is a little flame, it pants at a sigh:
blind and pitiless heart, it is love going by.