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Cain And Abel

© John Newton

When Adam fell he quickly lost
God's image, which he once possessed:
See All our nature since could boast
In Cain, his first-born Son, expressed!

Amantium Irae

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

When this, our rose, is faded,

And these, our days, are done,

Brotherhood

© Octavio Paz

I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.

To One Away

© Sara Teasdale

I heard a cry in the night,
A thousand miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Unblest discovery of an age too real!
They needed not the beauty of the Earth,
Who held Heaven's hope for their supreme ideal,
And found in worlds unseen a better birth.

I own I am shocked at the purchase of slaves,
And fear those who buy them and sell them are knaves;
What I hear of their hardships, their tortures, and groans
Is almost enough to draw pity from stones.

The Little Hurts

© Edgar Albert Guest

Every night she runs to me
With a bandaged arm or a bandaged knee,
A stone-bruised heel or a swollen brow,
And in sorrowful tones she tells me how
She fell and "hurted herse'f to-day"
While she was having the "bestest play."

The Old Flute

© Henry Van Dyke

The time will come when I no more can play

This polished flute: the stops will not obey

The Donkey In The Cart To The Horse In The Carriage

© George MacDonald

I say! hey! cousin there! I mustn't call you brother!
Yet you have a tail behind, and I have another!
You pull, and I pull, though we don't pull together:
You have less hardship, and I have more weather!

La Piquante

© John Kenyon

If when deeplier we would look
Into that half-open book,
Thou dost close it, Slyest Saint!
More to tempt us by restraint;
Is'nt this, Flavilla!grant
Is'nt this to be piquant?

The Princes Quest - Part the Sixth

© William Watson

Even as one voice the great sea sang. From out

The green heart of the waters round about,

Glooscap

© Theodore Harding Rand

Dim name, yet grand, that ever winks serene

In the red fagot's light, and like a ghost

The Image In The Glass

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The slow reflection of a woman's face

Consolation of Early Death

Sweet prince, the name of Death was never terrible

To him that knew to live; nor the loud torrent

I Know Moonrise

© Anonymous

I know moonrise, I know starrise,
Lay dis body down.
I walk in de moonlight, I walk in de starlight,
To lay dis body down.

© John Milton

Cyriac, this three years' day these eyes, though clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot;
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear