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Upon Honour. A Fragment.
© Matthew Prior
Honour, I say, or honest Fame,
I mean the substance, not the name;
To Octavia, the Infant Daughter of the Late John Larking, esq.
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Full many a gloomy month hath passed,
On flagging wing, regardless by,
Tu Voz Profetica
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Juran por Cristo, venerables dueñas,
De quien llora en el vientre de la madre
Conoce del futuro; tú gemiste
Antes de que nacieras, y por eso
Tus artes de gitana me iluminan
En los discursos de tu voz profética.
Lines On The Tomb Of A Favorite Dog
© Helen Maria Williams
HERE rests the image of a friend,--
Thine, cherish'd BIBI , thine!
Oft to this spot our steps we'll bend,
And call it Friendship's shrine.
In A Kentish Rose Garden
© Mathilde Blind
Beside a Dial in the leafy close,
Where every bush was burning with the Rose,
With million roses falling flake by flake
Upon the lawn in fading summer snows:
The Tarbolton Lasses
© Robert Burns
If ye gae up to yon hill-tap,
Ye'll there see bonie Peggy;
She kens her father is a laird,
And she forsooth's a leddy.
Chorus Of Fire
© Robert Wadsworth Lowry
O! golden Hereafter, thine every bright rafter
Will shake in the thunder of sanctified song;
And every swift angel proclaim an evangel,
To summon Gods saints to the glorified throng.
"Though I had lost my love"
© Lesbia Harford
Though I had lost my love,
The hills could calm me.
Deep in a woodland grove
No loss could harm me.
Epigram II.
© John Byrom
Zeal without Meekness, like a ship at sea,
To rising storms may soon become a prey;
And Meekness without Zeal is still the same,
When a dead calm stops ev'ry sailor's aim.
Men of Superior Mind
© Confucius
Men of superior mind busy themselves first getting at the root of things; when
they succeed, the right course is open to them.
Epitaph On Fop, A Dog Belonging To Lady Throckmorton
© William Cowper
Though once a puppy, and though Fop by name,
Here moulders one whose bones some honour claim;
No sycophant, although of spaniel race,
And though no hound, a martyr to the chase.
A Light In The Attic
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
There's a light on in the attic.
Thought the house is dark and shuttered,
I can see a flickerin' flutter,
And I know what it's about.
Hunting Song
© Robert Bloomfield
Ye darksome Woods where Echo dwells,
Where every bud with freedom swells
To meet the glorious day:
The morning breaks; again rejoice;
And with old Ringwood's well-known voice
Bid tuneful Echo play.
Lese-Amour
© John Hay
How well my heart remembers
Beside these camp-fire embers
The eyes that smiled so far away,--
The joy that was November's.
Hints Of Spring
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A SOFTENING of the misty heaven,
A subtle murmur in the air;
The electric flash through coverts old
Of many a shy wing, touched with gold;
The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears
© Alfred Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
The Chief
© William Ernest Henley
His brow spreads large and placid, and his eye
Is deep and bright, with steady looks that still.
