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The Dedication To Shapes & Shadows

© Madison Julius Cawein

_Ah, not for us the Heavens that hold_
GOD'S _message of Promethean fire!
The Flame that fell on bards of old
To hallow and inspire._

March

© Harriet Monroe

I See the snow-drops flutter
Their white wings in the gale.
I hear the robin utter
On high his gallant tale.

Lines Read at a Dairymaids' Social, 1887

© James McIntyre

And worthy of a poet's theme,
Sweet and smooth flows milk and cream,
For song or glee what is fitter
In this land of cheese and butter,
But no young man should be afraid
To court a pretty dairymaid.

Olney Hymn 50: The Christian

© William Cowper

Honor and happiness unite
To make the Christian's name a praise;
How fair the scene, how clear the light,
That fills the remnant of His days!

After The Rain

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

THE rain has ceased, and in my room

The sunshine pours an airy flood;

What Hidden Sweetness Is There

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

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What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness of the belly!

The Worlds Convention Of The Friends Of Emancipation, Held In London In 1840

© John Greenleaf Whittier

YES, let them gather! Summon forth
The pledged philanthropy of Earth.
From every land, whose hills have heard
The bugle blast of Freedom waking;

It was formerly believed, on a sea-battered shore
though the storm at home blasted,
that in the distant west there still lay lands,
where calm and sun never ended,
for there the good season had found it's retreat
and freedom and compassion - all that is best.

Lalla Ruk

© Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky

Dearest dream, my soul's enchantment

Lovely guest from heav'n above,

To Philaster

© Sarah Fyge

Go perjur'd Youth and court what Nymph you please,

Your Passion now is but a dull disease;

Hernani

© George Meredith

Cistercians might crack their sides
With laughter, and exemption get,
At sight of heroes clasping brides,
And hearing--O the horn! the horn!
The horn of their obstructive debt!

The Gift Of Play

© Edgar Albert Guest

Some have the gift of song and some possess the gift of silver speech,

Some have the gift of leadership and some the ways of life can teach.

Longing

© George MacDonald

My heart is full of inarticulate pain,
And beats laborious. Cold ungenial looks
Invade my sanctuary. Men of gain,
Wise in success, well-read in feeble books,
No nigher come, I pray: your air is drear;
'Tis winter and low skies when ye appear.

Resignation

Since we the march of Time can not arrest,

Keep you in step with him till Time shall end:

Delight In God Only

I love (and have some cause to love) the earth;
She is my Maker's creature, therefore good:
She is my mother, for she gave me birth;
She is my tender nurse; she gives me food;
But what's a creature, Lord, compared with Thee?
Or what's my mother, or my nurse to me?

Wind On The Sea

The loneliness of the sea is in my heart,
And the wind is not more lonely than this grey mind.
I have thought far thoughts, I have loved, I have loved, and I find
Love gone, thought weary, and I alas, left behind.

Donald MacGillavry

© James Hogg

Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry

Donald comes down the hill wild and angry

The First Lord's Song

When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney's firm;
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
And I polished up the handle of the big front door.
I polished up that handle so successfullee,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!