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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126.
© Alfred Tennyson
Love is and was my Lord and King,
And in his presence I attend
Oreheus To Woods
© Richard Lovelace
Heark! Oh heark! you guilty trees,
In whose gloomy galleries
Was the cruell'st murder done,
That e're yet eclipst the sunne.
Flower of Love
© Oscar Wilde
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common
clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the
larger day.
Trivia ; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London : Book II.
© John Gay
Of Walking the Streets by Day.
Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful lays
Valuation
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE old Squire said, as he stood by his gate,
And his neighbor, the Deacon, went by,
"In spite of my bank stock and real estate,
You are better off, Deacon, than I.
The Love Of God The End Of Life
© William Cowper
Since life in sorrow must be spent,
So be it--I am well content,
And meekly wait my last remove,
Seeking only growth in love.
Promontory
© Arthur Rimbaud
Golden dawn and shivering evening find our brig lying by opposite
this villa and its dependencies which form a promontory
Possession
© Edith Nesbit
THE child was yours and none of mine,
And yet you gave it me to keep,
And bade me sew it raiment fine,
And wrap my kisses round its sleep.
To Pius IX
© Frances Anne Kemble
It may be that the stone which thou art heaving
From off thy people's neck shall fall and crush thee;
Sonnet 72: O lest the world should task you to recite
© William Shakespeare
O lest the world should task you to recite,
What merit lived in me that you should love
April
© John Payne
SWEET April, with thy mingling tears and smiles,
Dear maid-child of the changing months that art,
"She sat upon the floor..."
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
She sat upon the floor
Looking through a pile of letters,
The Burden of Time
© Frederick George Scott
Before the seas and mountains were brought forth,
I reigned. I hung the universe in space,
I capped earth's poles with ice to South and North,
And set the moving tides their bounds and place.
Go, Piteous Heart
© John Skelton
GO, pytyous hart, rasyd with dedly wo,
Persyd with payn, bleding with wondes smart,
Mummy Wheat
© Edith Nesbit
LAID close to Death, these many thousand years,
In this small seed Life hid herself and smiled;
So well she hid, Death was at least beguiled,
Set free the grain--and lo! the sevenfold ears!
Shooting Season
© Robinson Jeffers
IN THE NORTH OF SCOTLAND
The whole countryside deployed on the hills of heather, an army
On a Baby Buried by the Hawkesbury
© Henry Kendall
A grace that was lent for a very few hours,
By the bountiful Spirit above us;
