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Friends and Foes
© William Dean Howells
BITTER the things ones enemies will say
Against one sometimes when one is away,
But of a bitterness far more intense
The things ones friends will say in ones defence.
Sonnet XVI: To The Lord General Cromwell
© John Milton
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd,
The Telegraph Clerk
© Anonymous
Sitting here by my desk all day,
Hearing the constant click
As the messages speed on their way,
And the call comes sharp and quick--
Couplet 7
© Amir Khusro
Farsi Couplet:
Agar firdaus bar roo-e zameen ast,
Hameen ast-o hameen ast-o hameen ast.
The Cattle-Dog's Death
© Henry Lawson
The Plains lay bare on the homeward route,
And the march was heavy on man and brute;
For the Spirit of Drought was on all the land,
And the white heat danced on the glowing sand.
A Good Night
© Francis Quarles
Close now thine eyes and rest secure;
Thy soul is safe enough, thy body sure;
The face I carry with melast
© Emily Dickinson
The face I carry with melast
When I go out of Time
To take my Rankbyin the West
That facewill just be thine
The Apology
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule
I am alone forbid to play the fool
Olney Hymn 18: Lovest Thou Me?
© William Cowper
Hark my soul! it is the Lord;
'Tis Thy Saviour, hear His word;
Jesus speaks and speaks to thee,
"Say poor sinner, lovst thou me?
Mineby the Right of the White Election!
© Emily Dickinson
Mineby the Right of the White Election!
Mineby the Royal Seal!
Mineby the Sign in the Scarlet prison
Barscannot conceal!
Voices Of The Night : The Light Of Stars
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The night is come, but not too soon;
And sinking silently,
The Tree's Prayer
© George MacDonald
Alas, 'tis cold and dark!
The wind all night hath sung a wintry tune!
Hail from black clouds that swallowed up the moon
Beat, beat against my bark.
Tale II
© George Crabbe
frame.
Yes! old and grieved, and trembling with decay,
Was Allen landing in his native bay,
Willing his breathless form should blend with
Isolation.
© Robert Crawford
He came by unknown ways, and stood
At evening in the fading wood,
Which when the glowing hills were gone
Would as in a dream murmur on,
Skaal
© Henry Lawson
Right or wrongwhateer in future
May this blundering world befall,
Human kindness will survive it
Brothers! Skaal! to brave men, Skaal!
On Dreaming
© John Newton
When slumber seals our weary eyes,
The busy fancy wakeful keeps;
The scenes which then before us rise,
Prove something in us never sleeps.
The Dream days
© Edgar Albert Guest
I LIKE the dream days best of all,
The hollyhocks against the wall;
