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Nathan The Wise - Act III
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
And when this moment comes,
And when this warmest inmost of my wishes
Shall be fulfilled, what then? what then?
Last Love
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
O, how in our waning days
We love more tenderly and more obsessively. . .
The Little Children
© Francis Ledwidge
Hunger points a bony finger
To the workhouse on the hill,
But the little children linger
While there's flowers to gather still
For my sunny window sill.
The Glory Of Age
© Edgar Albert Guest
"What is the glory of age?" I said,
"A hoard of gold and a few dear friends?
When you've reached the day that you look ahead
And see the place where your journey ends,
When Time has robbed you of youthful might--
What is the secret of your delight?"
Yet If His Majesty Our Sovereign Lord
© Thomas Ford
Yet if his majesty our sovereign lord
Should of his own accord
The Lady A. L. My Asylum In A Great Exteremity.
© Richard Lovelace
Let me leape in againe! and by that fall
Bring me to my first woe, so cancel all:
Ah! 's this a quitting of the debt you owe,
To crush her and her goodnesse at one blowe?
Defend me from so foule impiety,
Would make friends grieve, and furies weep to see.
Dan's Wife
© Anonymous
Up in early morning light,
Sweeping, dusting, "setting right,"
Oiling all the household springs,
Sewing buttons, tying strings,
Song Of Synthetic Virility
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Oh, some may sing of the surging sea, or chant
of the raging main;
In The Harbour: To The Avon
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flow on, sweet river! like his verse
Who lies beneath this sculptured hearse;
Nor wait beside the churchyard wall
For him who cannot hear thy call.
Working People
© Arthur Rimbaud
O that warm February morning!
The untimely south came
to stir up our absurd paupers' memories,
our young distress.
Dancing
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DANCING! I love it, night or day:
There's nought on earth so jolly,
Whether you straightly glide with May,
Or madly whirl with Molly,
The Recuperative Power Of Youth.
© Robert Crawford
She has hope's remedy in being young:
When age is on, and life has such a fall,
The efficacy has left that medicine
Which in youth is so vital.
Sonnet LIII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.
THE LAPLANDER.
THE shivering native, who by Tenglio's side
Beholds with fond regret the parting light
Full Of Life, Now
© Walt Whitman
FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,
To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you.
The Best Land
© Edgar Albert Guest
If I knew a better land on this glorious world of ours,
Where a man gets bigger money and is working shorter hours;
If the Briton or the Frenchman had an easier life than mine.
I'd pack my goods this minute and I'd sail across the brine.
But I notice when an alien wants a land of hope and cheer
And a future for his children, he comes out and settles here.
Sea-Gulls of Manhattan
© Henry Van Dyke
Children of the elemental mother,
Born upon some lonely island shore
