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The "Story Of Ida"

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Weary of jangling noises never stilled,

The skeptic's sneer, the bigot's hate, the din

I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings...

© Boris Pasternak

I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings
Were bearing me - a Ganymede -
Away from earth; distress was growing
Like wings - to spread, to hold, to lead.

The Fool By The Roadside

© William Butler Yeats

WHEN all works that have

From cradle run to grave

"Oh, oh Rosalie"

© Lesbia Harford

Oh, oh Rosalie,
Oh, oh Rosalie,
What would you have of me?
Oh, oh Rosalie.

Pauline Pavlovna

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Ah! your heart said that?
You trust your heart, then! 'T is a serious risk!-
How is it you and others wear no mask?
HE.

The Prince and the Genie annihilated each other probably in essential health.
How could they have helped dying of it?
Together then they died.
But this Prince died in his palace at an ordinary age,
the Prince was the Genie, the Genie was the Prince.--
There is no sovereign music for our desire.

An Extempore Invitation To The Earl Of Oxford, Lord High Treasurer

© Matthew Prior

My Lord,

Our weekly friends to-morrow meet

The Moralizer Corrected. A Tale

© William Cowper

A hermit (or if chance you hold

That title now too trite and old),

Because Thou Art Nearest

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Because thou art nearest
To the mystery of the fire
That is Earth's and the soul's
And the body's desire,

Praise Of Colonus (From "Oedipus At Colonus")

© Sophocles

STRANGER, thou art standing now

On Colonus' sparry brow;

The Three Bells

© John Greenleaf Whittier

BENEATH the low-hung night cloud
That raked her splintering mast
The good ship settled slowly,
The cruel leak gained fast.

A Word of Encouragement

© Piet Hein

Stomach-ache can be a curse;
heart-ache may be even worse;
so thank Heaven on your knees
if you've got but one of these.

Hymn To Fire

© Arthur Symons

Son of God and man,

When the world began,

To My Sister: On Her Twenty-First Birthday

© George MacDonald

Old fables are not all a lie
That tell of wondrous birth,
Of Titan children, father Sky,
And mighty mother Earth.

Come Down

Still am I haunting

Thy door with my prayers;

Lines To A Friend Visiting America

Now farewell to you! you are
One of my dearest, whom I trust:
Now follow you the Western star,
And cast the old world off as dust.

Buddha In The Workroom

Sometimes the skirts I push through my machine
Spread circlewise, strong petalled lobe on lobe,
And look for the rapt moment of a dream
Like Buddha's robe.