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Piscator And Piscatrix
© William Makepeace Thackeray
As on this pictured page I look,
This pretty tale of line and hook
"You Bid Me Try"
© Henry Austin Dobson
You bid me try, blue-eyes, to write
A Rondeau. What! - forthwith? - tonight?
Reflect. Some skill I have, 'tis true; But thirteen lines! - and rimed on two! "Refrain" as well. Ah, Hapless plight!
Sonnet LXXVIII. Snowdrops
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WAN Heralds of the sun and summer gale!
That seem just fallen from infant Zephyrs' wing;
Not now, as once, with heart revived I hail
Your modest buds, that for the brow of Spring
Deaf
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
As to a birds song she were listening,
Her beautiful head is ever sidewise bent;
Her questioning eyes lift up their depths intent
She, who will never hear the wild-birds sing.
On A Cone Of The Big Trees
© Francis Bret Harte
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)
Brown foundling of the Western wood,
Fragment Of A Ghost Story
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
A shovel of his ashes took
From the hearth's obscurest nook,
Monument Mountain
© William Cullen Bryant
Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild
Mingled in harmony on Nature's face,
Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot
Fail not with weariness, for on their tops
An Impromptu Fairy-Tale
© James Whitcomb Riley
_When I wuz ist a little bit_
_o' weenty-teenty kid_
_I maked up a Fairy-tale,_
_all by myse'f, I did:--_
To Cardinal Richelieu
© Francois de Malherbe
Thou mighty Prince of Church and State,
Richelieu! until the hour of death,
Whatever road man chooses, Fate
Still holds him subject to her breath.
On Revisiting Harrow
© George Gordon Byron
Here once engaged the stranger's view
Young Friendship's record simply traced;
Few were her words; but yet, though few,
Resentment's hand the line defaced.
Hymn Written For The Great Central Fair In Philadelphia, 1864
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FATHER, send on Earth again
Peace and good-will to men;
Yet, while the weary track of life
Leads thy people through storm and strife,
Help us to walk therein.
Death Of An Old Carriage Horse
© George Moses Horton
The order of the day
Was push, the peal of every tongue,
The only word was all the way,
Push along, push along.
Tom Van Arden
© James Whitcomb Riley
When our souls are cramped with youth
Happiness seems far away
In the future, while, in truth,
Olney Hymn 35: Welcome Cross
© William Cowper
'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
A Revery
© Katherine Philips
DEATH is a leveller; beauty and kings,
And conquerours, and all those glorious things,
John Keats
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THE weltering London ways where children weep
And girls whom none call maidens laugh,strange road
