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A Song (#3)

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

MY heart to thy heart,

My hand to thine;

The Conversation Of Eiros And Charmion

Dreams are with us no more;but of these mysteries
anon. I rejoice to see you looking life-like and rational.
The film of the shadow has already passed from off your
eyes. Be of heart, and fear nothing. Your allotted days of
stupor have expired, and to-morrow I will myself induct you
into the full joys and wonders of your novel existence.

Red, Red Gold

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Red, red gold, a kingdom's ransom, child,
To weave thy yellow hair she bade them spin.
At early dawn the gossamer spiders toiled,
And wove the sunrise in.

The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154)

© William Shakespeare

CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,

One Who Rejects Christ

© John Crowe Ransom

THERE'S farmers and there's farmers,
There's many a field and field,
But none of the farmers round about
Can haul such harvest-wagons out
As I from an acre's yield.

Comfort of the Fields

© Archibald Lampman

What would'st thou have for easement after grief,
When the rude world hath used thee with despite,
And care sits at thine elbow day and night,
Filching thy pleasures like a subtle thief?

Staying at Bamboo Lodge

© Bai Juyi

an evening sitting under

the eaves of the pines

The Canary Bird

© Jones Very

I cannot hear thy voice with others ears,

Who make of thy lost liberty a gain;

The Tower of the Dream

© Charles Harpur

But not thus always are our dreams benign;
Oft are they miscreationsgloomier worlds,
Crowded tempestuously with wrongs and fears,
More ghastly than the actual ever knew,
And rent with racking noises, such as should
Go thundering only through the wastes of hell.

The Modern Major-General

© William Schwenck Gilbert

I am the very pattern of a modern Major-Gineral,

I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral;

The Charnel Rose: A Symphony

© Conrad Aiken

And a silent star slipped golden down the darkness,
Down the great wall, leaving no trace in the sky,
And years went with it, and worlds. And he dreamed still
Of a fleeter shadow among the shadows running,
Foam into foam, without a gesture or cry,
Leaving him there, alone, on a lonely hill.