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© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

What is the end of each man's toil,

Brother, O Brother?

Vision

© Aldous Huxley

I had been sitting alone with books,
Till doubt was a black disease,
When I heard the cheerful shout of rooks
In the bare, prophetic trees.

Ocean Oneness

© Sri Aurobindo

Silence is round me, wideness ineffable;
White birds on the ocean diving and wandering;
A soundless sea on a voiceless heaven,
Azure on azure, is mutely gazing.

The Broom, the Shovel, the Poker and the Tongs

© Edward Lear

The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,

They all took a drive in the Park,

The Captains Well

© John Greenleaf Whittier

From pain and peril, by land and main,

The shipwrecked sailor came back again;

First Sunday After Epiphany

© John Keble

Lessons sweet of spring returning,

Welcome to the thoughtful heart!

Quieta Ne Movete II

© Edith Nesbit

IF one should wake one's frozen faith

In sunlight of her radiant eyes,

On A Great Warrior

© Henry Abbey

When all the sky was wild and dark,

When every heart was wrung with fear,

Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song,
Where the holiest of memories pilgrim-like throng;
In the shade of thy palms, by the shores of thy sea,
On the hills of thy beauty, my heart is with thee.

Euclid Alone

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare.

Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,

A Farewell To Arms: To Queen Elizabeth

© George Peele

His golden locks Time hath to silver turnd;
O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth gainst time and age hath ever spurnd,
But spurnd in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.

Spleen (II)

© Charles Baudelaire

Time has gone lame, and limps; and under a thick pall
Of snow the endless years efface and muffle all;
Till boredom, fruit of the mind's inert, incurious tree,
Assumes the shape and size of immortality.

The Beggars Castle

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Those ruins took my thoughts away
To a far eastern land;
Like camels, in a herd they lay
Upon the dull red sand;
I know not that I ever sate
Within a place so desolate.

Spring Song III

© Edith Nesbit

HERE'S the Spring-time, Sweet!

Earth's green gown is new,

Jordan (II)

When first my lines of heav'nly joyes made mention,
Such was their lustre, they did so excell,
That I sought out quaint words and trim invention;
My thoughts began to burnish, sprout, and swell,
Curling with metaphors a plain intention,
Decking the sense, as if it were to sell.

The Rose Upon My Balcony

The rose upon my balcony the morning air perfuming,
Was leafless all the winter time and pining for the spring;
You ask me why her breath is sweet, and why her cheek is blooming,
It is because the sun is out and birds begin to sing.