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A Spring Song

© Mathilde Blind

Dark sod pierced by flames of flowers,
Dead wood freshly quickening,
Bright skies dusked with sudden showers,
Lit by rainbows on the wing.

A gumleaf from Warren, all withered and brown,
Fluttered out from a letter to-day,
And my heart has gone back where Macquarie winds down
By dusty red stock-route and sleepy grey town
Between banks where the river-oaks sway.

The Princess (part 5)

© Alfred Tennyson

Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
'She must weep or she will die.'

The Horn Of Egremont Castle

© William Wordsworth

ERE the Brothers through the gateway
Issued forth with old and young,
To the Horn Sir Eustace pointed
Which for ages there had hung.

"We climbed that hill"

© Lesbia Harford

We climbed that hill,
The road flushed red in pride
At being beauty's boundary. Either side
Stretched beauty, beauty ever, beauty still.

Einstein

© Archibald MacLeish

Standing between the sun and moon preserves

A certain secrecy. Or seems to keep

Night Song Of A Wandering Shepherd In Asia

© Giacomo Leopardi

What doest thou in heaven, O moon?

Say, silent moon, what doest thou?

The Minstrels Grave

© Frances Anne Kemble

Oh let it be where the waters are meeting,

In one crystal sheet, like the summer's sky bright!

Ye Heralds Of Freedom

© Anonymous

Ye heralds of freedom, ye noble and brave,
Who dare to insist on the rights of the slave,
Go onward, go onward, your cause is of God,
And he will soon sever the oppressor's strong rod.

For The Window In St. Margarets

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

AFAR he sleeps whose name is graven here,
Where loving hearts his early doom deplore;
Youth, promise, virtue, all that made him dear
Heaven lent, earth borrowed, sorrowing to restore.

On Receiving An Eagle's Quill From Lake Superior

© John Greenleaf Whittier

All day the darkness and the cold
Upon my heart have lain,
Like shadows on the winter sky,
Like frost upon the pane;

Marshalling Of The Achaians

© George Meredith

[Iliad, B. II V. 455]

Like as a terrible fire feeds fast on a forest enormous,

The End Of Fear

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Though the whole heaven be one-eyed with the moon,
Though the dead landscape seem a thing possessed,
Yet I go singing through that land oppressed
As one that singeth through the flowers of June.

The Castle-Builder. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)

A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks,
A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,
A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,
And towers that touch imaginary skies.

'Where Art Thou Come?'

'Friend, whereto art thou come?' Thus Verity;

Of each that to the world's sad Olivet

Limerick: There was a Young Lady Whose Eyes

© Edward Lear

There was a young lady whose eyes,
were unique as to colour and size;
When she opened them wide,
people all turned aside,
and started away in surprise.