All white, all light, all beautiful she stands,
Love in her eyes, a glory round her brows,
Blanched as the lilies chaste in her chaste hands.
Even so God's saints in their celestial house.

Of the Cuckoo

© John Bunyan

Thou booby, say'st thou nothing but cuckoo?
The robin and the wren can thee outdo.
They to us play thoróugh their little throats,
Not one, but sundry pretty tuneful notes.

Elijah

© Henry Kendall

INTO that good old Hebrews soul sublime

The spirit of the wilderness had passed;

Sweet are His ways who rules above

© Jean Ingelow

Sweet are His ways who rules above,
He gives from wrath a sheltering place;
But covert none is found from grace,
Man shall not hide himself from love.

Lament For The Death Of Eoghan Ruadh ONeill

© Thomas Osborne Davis

DID they dare, did they dare, to slay Eoghan Ruadh ONeill?

Yes, they slew with poison him they feared to meet with steel.

On Death

© John Keats

1.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Birthday

I have a sister whom God gave to me;
He formed her out of trouble and the mists of the sea.
Like Aphrodite, she came to me full-grown.
Oh, I am blest forever with a sister of my own.

Sonnet

(For your dead wife, her friend)

2 November, 1877

Sixty Years Ago

I

The double-blossomed peach-trees with rosy bloom were gay

The Starlings

Early in spring time, on raw and windy mornings,
Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings sing-
'Ah dreary March month, is this then a time for building wearily?
Sad, sad, to think that the year is but begun.'