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The Bride Of The Nile - Act III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
(Enter Barix and Boïlas conversing.)
Barix. I always said it, Boïlas, it must come at last,
The day of annexation. Things have moved on fast,
Faster than we quite thought a week or two ago.
The mills of Rome grind slowly--quite absurdly slow.
It comes to the same thing.
Songs Of Education: II. Geography
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The earth is a place on which England is found,
And you find it however you twirl the globe round;
For the spots are all red and the rest is all grey,
And that is the meaning of Empire Day.
Selling The Old Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
The little house has grown too small, or rather we have grown
Too big to dwell within the walls where all our joys were known.
And so, obedient to the wish of her we love so well,
I have agreed for sordid gold the little home to sell.
Now strangers come to see the place, and secretly I sigh,
And deep within my breast I hope that they'll refuse to buy.
Sonnet. On Mrs. Kemble's Readings From Shakespeare
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O precious evenings! all too swiftly sped!
Leaving us heirs to amplest heritages
This was a PoetIt is That
© Emily Dickinson
This was a PoetIt is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings
And Attar so immense
The Sibyls
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Out of the seas that streamed
In ghostly turbulence moving and glimmering about me
I saw the rising of vast and visionary forms.
Summer
© Conrad Aiken
Absolute zero: the locust sings:
summers caught in eternitys rings:
the rock explodes, the planet dies,
we shovel up our verities.
The Engine Driver
© Clive Sansom
The train goes running along the line,
Jicketty -can, Jicketty -can.
Sonnet LIV.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
THE SLEEPING WOODMAN.
Written in April, 1790.
YE copses wild, where April bids arise
The vernal grasses, and the early flowers;
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf VIII. -- Gudrun
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On King Olaf's bridal night
Shines the moon with tender light,
And across the chamber streams
Its tide of dreams.
Regrets
© Alice Meynell
As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour
Out by the low sand spaces,
The parting waves slip back to clasp the shore
With lingering embraces,--
Written In The Beginning Of Mezeray's History Of France
© Matthew Prior
Whate'er thy countrymen have done
By law and wit, by sword and gun,
In thee is faithfully recited,
And all the living world that view
Thy work, give thee the praises due
At once instructed and delighted.
A Clock Stopped Not The Mantel's
© Emily Dickinson
A clock stopped - not the mantel's
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still.
A Blessing
© Swami Vivekananda
The Mother's heart, the hero's will,
The softest flowers' sweetest feel;
Carmen Triumphale
© Henry Timrod
Go forth and bid the land rejoice,
Yet not too gladly, O my song!
Breathe softly, as if mirth would wrong
The solemn rapture of thy voice.
An Imperfect Revolution
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
They crowded weeping from the teacher's house,
Crying aloud their fear at what he taught,
Hamilton
© Marie E J Pitt
WILD and wet, and windy wet falls the night on Hamilton,
Hamilton that seaward looks unto the setting sun,
S. Francesco Del Deserto
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Peace in smooth summer hour
Paces the seas awhile;
But Peace has built her tower
Upon this chosen isle.
The Isle
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
There was a little lawny islet
By anemone and violet,
Like mosaic, paven:
And its roof was flowers and leaves
