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Astrophel And Stella-Third Song

© Sir Philip Sidney

If Orpheus' voice had force to breathe such music's love
Through pores of senseless trees, as it could make them move;
If stones good measure danc'd, the Theban walls to build,
To cadence of the tunes, which Amphion's lyre did yield,
More cause a like effect at leastwise bringeth:
Oh stones, oh trees, learning hearing; Stella singeth.

Not Stopping To Mark The Trail

© Saigyo

Not stopping to mark the trail,
let me push even deeper
into the mountain!
Perhaps there's a place
where bad news can never reach me!

The Lodestone

© John Newton

As needles point towards the pole,
When touched by the magnetic stone;
So faith in Jesus, gives the soul
A tendency before unknown.

The Broken Drouth

© Madison Julius Cawein

It seemed the listening forest held its breath
Before some vague and unapparent form
Of fear, approaching with the wings of death,
On the impending storm.

The Wanderers

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Out from her doorway peeped the little maid

To gaze upon the world most full of glee.

Peaks

© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

A storm may rage in the world below,
It may tear great trees apart;
But here on the mountain top, I know
That it cannot touch my heart.

May Song II

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

BETWEEN wheatfield and corn,
Between hedgerow and thorn,
Between pasture and tree,
Where's my sweetheart
Tell it me!

A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton

© James Thomson

And what new wonders can ye show your guest!
Who, while on this dim spot, where mortals toil
Clouded in dust, from motion's simple laws,
Could trace the secret hand of Providence,
Wide-working through this universal frame.

The Garden

© Charlotte Bronte

Above the city hung the moon,

Right o'er a plot of ground

A Bad Omen

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

On the first day the priest
Could find no heart in the beast,
And two on the second day.

To A Beautiful Child On Her Birthday With A Wreath Of Flowers

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Whilst others give thee wondrous toys,
Or jewels rich and rare,
I bring but flowersmore meet are they
For one so young and fair.

How The Women Went From Dover

© John Greenleaf Whittier

THE tossing spray of Cocheco's fall
Hardened to ice on its rocky wall,
As through Dover town in the chill, gray dawn,
Three women passed, at the cart-tail drawn!

Hunger

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I come among the peoples like a shadow.

I sit down by each man's side.

Eight Sonnets

I shall remember only of this hour--
And weep somewhat, as now you see me weep--
The pathos of your love, that, like a flower,
Fearful of death yet amorous of sleep,
Droops for a moment and beholds, dismayed,
The wind whereon its petals shall be laid.

Sweet Marie

You were very fair to meet once, Marie,

With your eyes like some blue hiding flower,

Amours De Voyage, Canto IV

I have returned and found their names in the book at Como.
Certain it is I was right, and yet I am also in error.
Added in feminine hand, I read, By the boat to Bellaggio.-
So to Bellaggio again, with the words of he writing to aid me.
Yet at Bellaggio I find no trace, no sort of remembrance.
So I am here, and wait, and know every hour will remove them.

The Fugitive

Behold the arrogant humbled, and rejoice
The grasping hand holds naught but flying dust,
And Envy meets the pitiless grin of Fate.
Take warning of your own hearts inward voice,
Bid your own soul be humble and distrust
The yelping promises of greed and hate.