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Sonnet 66: And Do I See Some Cause
© Sir Philip Sidney
And do I see some cause a hope to feed,
Or doth the tedious burden of long woe
In weaken'd minds, quick apprehension breed,
Of every image which may comfort show?
To William Bell Scott
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THE LARKS are loud above our leagues of whin
Now the suns perfume fills their glorious gold
Mener du, at den har lykken fat,
© Peter Andreas Heiberg
Mener du, at den har lykken fat,
som i sin Haand holder snese Rigers Tømmer?
Loyalty to the Flag
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
In the love of home and country and the flag of Uncle Sam,
Can the loyalty be doubted of a dusky son of Ham?
Wheresoever duty calls him, as a freedman or a slave,
The response is ever hearty when "Old Glory" he would save.
I am the Great Sun
© Charles Causley
From a Normandy crucifix of 1632
I am the great sun, but you do not see me,
The Old Deer
© Ndre Mjeda
The shepherds abandoned the alpine pastures
For the warmth of the lowland valleys,
Sauntering down the trails, talking loudly
About women and laughing
Beside the water of the stream bubbling forth
From well to well.
Lines From A Plutocratic Poetaster To A Ditch-digger
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Sullen, grimy, labouring person,
As I passed you in my car,
The Distress'd Travellers; or, Labour in Vain
© William Cowper
III.
SHE:
Well! now I protest it is charming;
How finely the weather improves!
That cloud, though, is rather alarming;
How slowly and stately it moves!
Thoughts
© Alexander Pushkin
If I walk the noisy streets,
Or enter a many thronged church,
Or sit among the wild young generation,
I give way to my thoughts.
The Altar (from the Temple)
© George Herbert
A broken A L T A R, Lord, thy servant reares,
Made of a heart, and cemented with teares:
Samson
© Frederick George Scott
Plunged in night, I sit alone
Eyeless on this dungeon stone,
Naked, shaggy, and unkempt,
Dreaming dreams no soul hath dreamt.
On The Danger Of War
© George Meredith
Avert, High Wisdom, never vainly wooed,
This threat of War, that shows a land brain-sick.
After While. A Poem Of Faith
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I THINK that though the clouds be dark,
That though the waves dash o'er the bark.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Spanish Jew's Tale; The Legend of Rabbi Ben Levi
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Rabbi Ben Levi, on the Sabbath, read
A volume of the Law, in which it said,
"No man shall look upon my face and live."
And as he read, he prayed that God would give
His faithful servant grace with mortal eye
To look upon His face and yet not die.
Long Barren
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree,
My God, for me;
Though I till now be barren, now at length
Lord, give me strength
To bring forth fruit to Thee.
Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go?
© William Wordsworth
WHERE lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?
Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day,
Festively she puts forth in trim array;
Is she for tropic suns, or polar snow?
Devon To Me
© John Galsworthy
Where my fathers stood
Watching the sea,
Gale-spent herring boats
Hugging the lea;
El Harith
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Lightly took she her leave of me, Asmá--u,
went no whit as a guest who outstays a welcome;
Went forgetting our trysts, Burkát Shemmá--u,
all the joys of our love, our love's home, Khalsá--u.
Qu'est Qu'il Dit'
© Charles Kingsley
Espion aile de la jeune amante
De l'ombre des palmiers pourquoi ce cri?
Laisse en paix le beau garcon plaider et vaincre-
Pourquoi, pourquoi demander 'Qu'est qu'il dit?'
