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Peace

© Sir Henry Newbolt

No more to watch by Night's eternal shore,
With England's chivalry at dawn to ride;
No more defeat, faith, victory---O! no more
A cause on earth for which we might have died.

The Setting Of The Moon

© Giacomo Leopardi

As, in the lonely night,

Above the silvered fields and streams

O MOTHER, mother, I swept the hearth, I set his chair and the white board spread,
I prayed for his coming to our kindly Lady when Death's doors would let out the dead;
A strange wind rattled the window-pane, and down the lane a dog howled on,
I called his name and the candle flame burnt dim, pressed a hand the door-latch upon.
Deelish! Deelish! my woe forever that I could not sever coward flesh from fear.
I called his name and the pale ghost came; but I was afraid to meet my dear.

My Memory's Care

© Owen Suffolk

Sing not to me a song of beauty bright,
Nor festive scenes of dazzling light;
Nor of gorgeous pageant in palace hall
Begemmed with many a coronal;
But sing to me my memory's care -
The misspent hours fled where - oh where?

Forever

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

He heard it first upon the lips of love,

And loved it for love's sake;

Donald

© Henry Abbey

I too shall go and hide my face close in the dust from thee,
Unless with light and tide thou bring my Donald back to me.
I too shall go and hide my face close in the dust from thee,
Unless with light and tide thou bring my Donald back to me.

The Year

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

What can be said in New Year rhymes,

That's not been said a thousand times?

Song I

© George Wither

Lordly gallants! tell me this

(Though my safe content you weigh not),

OGradys Little Girl

© Alice Guerin Crist

Her hair was dark and curly, floatin to the saddle bow,
Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was sweet and low;
When I was one-and-twenty, sure my heart was in a whirl,
Ridin neath the blossomed gum-trees with OGradys little girl.

Blessings On Children

© William Gilmore Simms

Blessings on the blessing children, sweetest gifts of Heaven to earth,

Filling all the heart with gladness, filling all the house with mirth;

Don Juan: Canto The Second

© George Gordon Byron

Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,

Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,

Gipsy Mothers Song

© Arthur Symons

I gather the crackling sticks in the wood,
And I roast the hedgehog over the fire;
My little one shall have dainty food,
As much as her little heart can desire.

Songs Set To Music: 2. Set By Mr. Purcell

Whither would my passion run?
Shall I fly her, or pursue her?
Losing her I am undone,
Yet would not gain her to undo her.

Sonnet XCVIII: He and I

Whence came his feet into my field, and why?

How is it that he sees it all so drear?

Italy : 41. An Adventure

Three days they lay in ambush at my gate,
Then sprung and led me captive. Many a wild
We traversed; but Rusconi, 'twas no less,
Marched by my side, and, when I thirsted, climbed

Gray

The loud, apt epithet, applying sure;
The dim-drawn image, artfully obscure;
The perfect stanza, framed of words as choice
And round as pearls, yet liquid to the voice;
A pith of phrase, and musical array
Of numbers;these are the prime charms of Gray.