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Ball's Bluff: A Reverie

© Herman Melville

One noonday, at my window in the town,

I saw a sight - saddest that eyes can see -

Illa

© Stephen Vincent Benet

This is only the shadow of what she was once;
The rest is Honor's.
Nevertheless, O Death, be humble in claiming
Even that shadow.

Love's Sacrifice

© Jessie Pope

When I asked my dear Edwin to shave

I'd never a thought of denial;

Yes, I got another Johnny; but he was to Number One
As a Satyr to Hyperion, as a rushlight to a sun;
He was lazy, he was cheeky, he was dirty he was sly,
But he had a single virtue, and its name was rabbit pie.

The Harvest

© Robert Laurence Binyon

You reap a heavier harvest than you know.
Disnaturing a nation, you have thieved
Her name, her patient genius, while you thought
To fool the world and master it. You sought
Reality. It comes in hate and woe.
In the end you also shall not be deceived.

Last Lines

© Emily Jane Brontë

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

Who

© Sri Aurobindo

In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest,
Whose is the hand that has painted the glow?
When the winds were asleep in the womb of the ether,
Who was it roused them and bade them to blow?

Hawk And Buckle

© Robert Graves

Where is the landlord of old Hawk and Buckle,
And what of Master Straddler this hot summer weather?
He's along in the tap-room with broad cheeks a-chuckle,
And ten bold companions all drinking together.

Daniel at Breakfast

© Phyllis McGinley

Delusion Of Saints

© Robinson Jeffers

The old pagan burials, uninscribed rock,

Secret-keeping mounds,

Autumn Evening

© Frances Darwin Cornford

THE SHADOWS flickering, the daylight dying,
And I upon the old red sofa lying,
The great brown shadows leaping up the wall,
The sparrows twittering; and that is all.

The Pig's Tale

Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters
Gorgeous in their gaiters-
I've a Tale to tell.

For General Monk, His Entertainment At Clothworkers' Hall

Ring, bells! and let bonfires outblaze the sun!

Let echoes contribute their voices!

Aurora Leigh: Book Niinth

An active kind of curse. I stood there cursed,
Confounded. I had seized and caught the sense
Of the letter, with its twenty stinging snakes,
In a moment's sweep of eyesight, and I stood
Dazed.-"Ah! not married."

Sonnet

Did ye not guess ... the diadem might be
Plaited in stranger style by hands of hate ...
But when I looked, the wall was desolate
And the grey starlight powdered tower and tree:
And vast and vague beyond the Golden Gate
Heaved Moab of the mountains like a sea.

The Way

Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul,
May keep the path, but will not reach the goal;
While he who walks in love may wander far,
But God will bring him where the Blessed are.