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GOD to his untaught children sentLaw, order, knowledge, art, from high,
And ev'ry heav'nly favour lent,The world's hard lot to qualify.
They knew not how they should behave,For all from Heav'n stark-naked came;
But Poetry their garments gave,And then not one had cause for shame. 1816.

Easy Service

© Edgar Albert Guest

When an empty sleeve or a sightless eye

Or a legless form I see,

The Fisherman.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THE waters rush'd, the waters rose,A fisherman sat by,
While on his line in calm reposeHe cast his patient eye.
And as he sat, and hearken'd there,The flood was cleft in twain,
And, lo! a dripping mermaid fairSprang from the troubled main.She sang to him, and spake the while:"Why lurest thou my brood,

The Crucifix And The Owl

© Arthur Symons

That unutterable Agony on the Crucifix

Of Jesus Christ the hideous Jews decried

Prometheus.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Didst thou e'er fancy
That life I should learn to hate,
And fly to deserts,
Because not all
My blossoming dreams grew ripe?

Ode To The North-East Wind

© Charles Kingsley

Welcome, wild North-easter.

Shame it is to see

Anniversary Song.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[This little song describes the different members
of the party just spoken of.]WHY pacest thou, my neighbour fair,The garden all alone?
If house and land thou seek'st to guard,I'd thee as mistress own.My brother sought the cellar-maid,And suffered her no rest;
She gave him a refreshing draught,A kiss, too, she impress'd.My cousin is a prudent wight,The cook's by him ador'd;

Nature

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Because out of corruption burns the rose,
And to corruption lovely cheeks descend;
Because with her right hand she heals the woes
Her left hand wrought, loth nor to wound nor mend;

Winter Journey Over The Hartz Mountains.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

LIKE the vulture
Who on heavy morning clouds
With gentle wing reposing
Looks for his prey,--
Hover, my song!

The Man Who Discovered The Use Of A Chair

© Alfred Noyes

Now he went one night to a dinner of state
_Hear! hear!
In the proud Guildhall!_
And he sat on his chair, and he ate from a plate;
But nobody heard his opinions at all;

Symbols.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

PALM Sunday at the VaticanThey celebrate with palms;
With reverence bows each holy man,And chaunts the ancient psalms.
Those very psalms are also sungWith olive boughs in hand,
While holly, mountain wilds among,In place of palms must stand:

Our Meeting

© Rabindranath Tagore

Two of us once met

Where the streams of life and death had stopped

Self-deceit.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

My neighbour's curtain, well I see,Is moving to and fin.
No doubt she's list'ning eagerly,If I'm at home or no.And if the jealous grudge I boreAnd openly confess'd,
Is nourish'd by me as before,Within my inmost breast.Alas! no fancies such as theseE'er cross'd the dear child's thoughts.
I see 'tis but the ev'ning breezeThat with the curtain sports.1803.

The Wedding.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A FEAST was in a village spread,--
It was a wedding-day, they said.
The parlour of the inn I found,
And saw the couples whirling round,

The Moon In Silver Glory Shone

© John Newton

The moon in silver glory shone,
And not a cloud in sight;
When suddenly a shade begun
To intercept her light.

Rhymed Distichs.

RHYMED DISTICHS.[The Distichs, of which these are given as a
specimen, are about forty in number.]WHO trusts in God,
Fears not His rod.THIS truth may be by all believed:
Whom God deceives, is well deceived.HOW? when? and where?--No answer comes from high;

Patience

Patience! why, 'tis the soul of peace:
OF all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven:
It makes men look like gods. The best of men
That e'er wore earth about Him was a sufferer;
A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit;
The first true gentleman that ever breathed.

The Erl-king.

WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.

Procemion.

WHAT God would outwardly alone control,
And on his finger whirl the mighty Whole?
He loves the inner world to move, to view
Nature in Him, Himself in Nature too,
So that what in Him works, and is, and lives,
The measure of His strength, His spirit gives.