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Tale VII
© George Crabbe
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A useful lass,--you may have more to do."
Dreadful were these commands; but worse than
The Hudson
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
'T WAS a vision of childhood that came with its dawn,
Ere the curtain that covered life's day-star was drawn;
The nurse told the tale when the shadows grew long,
And the mother's soft lullaby breathed it in song.
Le Marais Du Cygne
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A BLUSH as of roses
Where rose never grew!
Great drops on the bunch-grass,
But not of the dew!
Night and Morning
© Anonymous
Was it a lie that they told me,
Was it a pitiless hoax?
A sop for my soul and its longing
Only to cozen and coax?
And a voice came down through the night and rain:
"They lied; thou has trusted in vain."
How Many Kisses: to Lesbia
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Lesbia, you ask how many kisses of yours
would be enough and more to satisfy me.
The Sea Witch
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
ENDLESSLY fell her chestnut flowers,
Faint snow throughout the honeyed dark;
The myrtle spread his boughs to drink
Deep draughts of salt from the sea's brink,
And like a moon-dial swung her tower's
Straight shadow o'er her warded park.
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - July
© George MacDonald
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ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!
Thoughts On A Still Night
© Li Po
Before my bed, the moon is shining bright,
I think that it is frost upon the ground.
I raise my head and look at the bright moon,
I lower my head and think of home.
Like a braziers bronze cinders,
© Boris Pasternak
Like a braziers bronze cinders,
the sleepy gardens beetles flowing.
To A Violet Found On All Saint's Day
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Belated wanderer of the ways of spring,
Lost in the chill of grim November rain,
Would I could read the message that you bring
And find in it the antidote for pain.
The Woman That Was A Sinner
© George MacDonald
His face, his words, her heart awoke;
Awoke her slumbering truth;
She judged him well; her bonds she broke,
And fled to him for ruth.
Pocahontas
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Wearied arm and broken sword
Wage in vain the desperate fight:
Untitled 02
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
Wouldst thou teach me the truth? Don't take the trouble! I wish not,
Through thee, the thing to observe,-but to see thee through the thing.
The Spectre Pig
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IT was the stalwart butcher man,
That knit his swarthy brow,
And said the gentle Pig must die,
And sealed it with a vow.
The Princess: A Medley: As thro' the land
© Alfred Tennyson
As thro' the land at eve we went,
And pluck'd the ripen'd ears,
To Stella On Her Birth-Day, 1721-2
© Jonathan Swift
While, Stella, to your lasting praise
The Muse her annual tribute pays,
While I assign myself a task
Which you expect, but scorn to ask;
