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Nox 1

© Victor Marie Hugo

At the bottom of your thoughts, this is the night you've chosen,

Prince, you must now make an end of things - the night is frozen

In rich Virginian woods,
The scarlet creeper reddens over graves,
Among the solemn trees enlooped with vines;
Heroic spirits haunt the solitudes,-
The noble souls of half a million braves,
Amid the murmurous pines.

The Message

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I have not the gift of vision,

I have not the psychic ear,

Somedays Here

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Say I told you someday you come crawlin' to me
Beggin' pleadin' scratchin' cryin' crocodile tears
Look at my feet is that my dog Rover no it's you
Aw someday's here hmm someday's here

Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight

© William Shakespeare

How can I then return in happy plight

That am debarred the benefit of rest?

Russia -- America

© John Galsworthy

A wind in the world! The dark departs;
The chains now rust that crushed men's flesh and bones,
Feet tread no more the mildewed prison stones,
And slavery is lifted from your hearts.

The Corn Harvest

© William Carlos Williams

Summer !
the painting is organized
about a young

The Deer-Stone

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

And in a hollowed stone it shed
Its milk so warm and white,
And then, all timid, stood apart
To watch the babe's delight.

The Princess: A Medley: Ask me no more

© Alfred Tennyson

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:
I strove against the stream and all in vain:
Let the great river take me to the main:
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;
Ask me no more.

"My heart shall be thy garden"

© Alice Meynell

For as these come and go, and quit our pine
To follow the sweet season, or, new-corners,
Sing one song only from our alder-trees,
My heart has thoughts, which, though thine eyes hold mine.
Flit to the silent world and other summers,
With wings that dip beyond the silver seas.

What Then?

© William Butler Yeats

HIS chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
"What then?' sang Plato's ghost. "What then?"

The Death Of Aliatar

© William Cullen Bryant

FROM THE SPANISH.

Guinevere At Her Fireside

© Dorothy Parker

A nobler king had never breath-
I say it now, and said it then.
Who weds with such is wed till death
And wedded stays in Heaven. Amen.

Come, come thou bleak December wind (fragment)

Come, come thou bleak December wind,
And blow the dry leaves from the tree!
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me, Death
And take a Life that wearies me.

Worship

The Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken,
And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit and moan
Round fane and altar overthrown and broken,
O'er tree-grown barrow and gray ring of stone.

As Kingfishers Catch Fire

I say more: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is --
Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.

Greek Architecture

Not magnitude, not lavishness,
But Formthe Site;
Not innovating wilfulness,
But reverence for the Archetype.

When Cloe's Picture was to Venus shown;
Surpriz'd, the Goddess took it for Her own.
And what, said She, does this bold Painter mean?
When was I Bathing thus, and Naked seen?