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© Anne Brontë

And if thy life as transient proved,
It hath been full as bright,
For thou wert hopeful and beloved;
Thy spirit knew no blight.

Sonnet XI: And Therefore If to Love

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And therefore if to love can be desert,

I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale

Out of Sorts

© William Schwenck Gilbert

When you find you're a broken-down critter,

Who is all of a trimmle and twitter,

Master, this is Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old.
He is mainly Head and Tummy. His legs are uncontrolled.
But Thou hast forgiven his ugliness, and settled him on Thy knee . . .
Art Thou content with Thy Servant? He is very comfy with Thee.

Different

© Edgar Albert Guest

I DON'T believe in worry, and it's foolish to despair,

And dreading what may happen never lightens any care;

Love: An Elegy

© Mark Akenside

At last the visionary scenes decay,
My eyes, exulting, bless the new-born day,
Whose faithful beams detect the dangerous road
In which my heedless feet securely trod,
And strip the phantoms of their lying charms
That lur'd my soul from Wisdom's peaceful arms.

The New Omar

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

A Book of verses underneath the bough,
Provided that the verses do not scan,
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou,
Short-haired, all angles, looking like a man.

Greatest of beings! Source of life!

© George Dyer

Greatest of beings! Source of life!
Sovereign of air, and earth, and sea!
All nature feels thy power, and all
A silent homage pays to Thee.

Good-Bye--God Bless You!

© Eugene Field

I like the Anglo-Saxon speech

With its direct revealings;

Memory Of April

© William Carlos Williams

You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip-
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.

Star-Talk

'Are you awake, Gemelli,
This frosty night?'
'We'll be awake till reveillé,
Which is Sunrise,' say the Gemelli,

Blue and Buff

Come, sportive Muse, with plume satiric,
Describe each lawless, bold empiric,
Who, with the Blue and Buffs' sad crew,
Now stripp'd in buff, shall look so blue.