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Evening Hymn

© Henry Kendall

The crag-pent breezes sob and moan where hidden waters glide;

And twilight wanders round the earth with slow and shadowy stride.

The Line-Gang

© Robert Frost

Here come the line-gang pioneering by,
They throw a forest down less cut than broken.
They plant dead trees for living, and the dead
They string together with a living thread.

The Housekeeper

© Robert Frost

I let myself in at the kitchen door.
"It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me
Not answering your knock. I can no more
Let people in than I can keep them out.

The Hill Wife

© Robert Frost

One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the house
To seem to say good-bye;

Love will make men dare to die for their beloved. . . Of this
Alcestis is a monument . . . for she was willing to lay down her
life for her husband . . . and so noble did this appear to the gods
that they granted her the privilege of returning to earth . . . but
Orpheus, the son of OEagrus, they sent empty away. . .

The Egg and the Machine

© Robert Frost

He gave the solid rail a hateful kick.
From far away there came an answering tick
And then another tick. He knew the code:
His hate had roused an engine up the road.

Winter Evening At Home

© William Lisle Bowles

Fair Moon, that at the chilly day's decline

Of sharp December through my cottage pane

The Demiurge's Laugh

© Robert Frost

It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
i was just as the light was beginning to fail
That I suddenly head--all I needed to hear:
It has lasted me many and many a year.

Speculation

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Comes a train of little ladies
From scholastic trammels free,
Each a little bit afraid is,
Wondering what the world can be!

The Code

© Robert Frost

There were three in the meadow by the brook
Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay,
With an eye always lifted toward the west
Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud

Hans Huckebein part one

© Wilhelm Busch

Hier sieht man Fritz, den muntern Knaben,
Nebst Huckebein, dem jungen Raben.
Behold young Fritz, a lively lad,

The Bear

© Robert Frost

The bear puts both arms around the tree above her
And draws it down as if it were a lover
And its choke cherries lips to kiss good-bye,
Then lets it snap back upright in the sky.

Aboriginal Death Song

© Henry Kendall

Koola, our love and our light,
What have they done unto you?
Man of the star-reaching sight,
Dipped in the fire and the dew.

Hymn, Imitated from The French

© Helen Maria Williams

I.

CALM all the tumults that invade

Snow

© Robert Frost

The three stood listening to a fresh access
Of wind that caught against the house a moment,
Gulped snow, and then blew free againthe Coles
Dressed, but dishevelled from some hours of sleep,
Meserve belittled in the great skin coat he wore.

Limerick: There was an Old Man of Nepaul

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Nepaul,
From his horse had a terrible fall;
But, though split quite in two,
By some very strong glue,
They mended that Man of Nepaul.

Song Of The Violet

A humble flower long time I pined

Upon the solitary plain,

Paul's Wife

© Robert Frost

To drive Paul out of any lumber camp
All that was needed was to say to him,
"How is the wife, Paul?"--and he'd disappear.
Some said it was because be bad no wife,

After The Fashion of An Old Emblem

I have long enough been working down in my cellar,
Working spade and pick, boring-chisel and drill;
I long for wider spaces, airy, clear-dark, and stellar:
Successless labour never the love of it did fill.