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From Phantasmion - One Face Alone
© Sara Coleridge
ONE face alone, one face alone,
These eyes require;
The Pilgrimage
© George Herbert
I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay
My expectation.
A long it was and weary way:
The gloomy cave of Desperation
I left on th' one, and on the other side
The Rock of Pride.
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 78
© Alfred Tennyson
Again at Christmas did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
The silent snow possess'd the earth,
And calmly fell our Christmas-eve:
A Song Inscribed To The Fremont Clubs
© John Greenleaf Whittier
BENEATH thy skies, November!
Thy skies of cloud and rain,
To The Napoleon Column
© Victor Marie Hugo
When with gigantic hand he placed,
For throne on vassal Europe based.
That column's lofty height,
Pillar, in whose dread majesty,
In double immortality,
Glory and bronze unite!
Fragments - Lines 0173 - 0178
© Theognis of Megara
Of all things it is poverty that most subdues a noble man,
More even than hoary old age, Kyrnos, or fever;
Indeed, to avoid it one should even throw oneself into the sea's
Deep gulfs, Kyrnos, or off sheer cliffs.
For the man subdued by poverty can neither say
Nor do anything, because his tongue is tied.
The Shadowy Waters: Introduction
© William Butler Yeats
I walked among the seven woods of Coole:
Shan-walla, where a willow-bordered pond
The Cowboys Homing
© Arthur Chapman
Bills home agin from Europe, where he featured with a show,
But he dont talk none about it his words jest seem to flow
On the subject of home-comin, and this glorious Southwest land,
Which talk, to all us people, is some hard to onderstand.
Midnight
© Robert Fuller Murray
The air is dark and fragrant
With memories of a shower,
And sanctified with stillness
By this most holy hour.
An Eclogue From Virgil
© Eugene Field
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,
restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ensues. The
poem is in praise of Augustus, peace and pastoral life.)
Little Ditties I
© William Brighty Rands
Winifred Waters sat and sighed
Under a weeping willow;
When she went to bed she cried,
Wetting all the pillow;
ToThe Right Honourable The Lady Elizabeth Germain, Upon Seeing Her Do A Generous Action
© Mary Barber
When Ruin threaten'd me of late,
With all its ghastly Train;
Some Pow'r, in Pity to my Fate,
Sent bountiful Germain,
Gone For Ever
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
O happy rosebud blooming
Upon thy parent tree,
Nay, thou art too presuming
For soon the earth entombing
Thy faded charms shall be,
And the chill damp consuming.
A Recollection
© Frances Darwin Cornford
MY father's friend came once to tea.
He laughed and talked. He spoke to me.
But in another week they said
That friendly pink-faced man was dead.
Sonnet LXV. To Dr. Parry Of Bath
© Charlotte Turner Smith
With some botanic drawings which had been made
some years.
IN happier hours, ere yet so keenly blew
Adversity's cold blight, and bitter storms,
A Royal Princess
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I, a princess, king-descended, decked with jewels, gilded, drest,
Would rather be a peasant with her baby at her breast,
For all I shine so like the sun, and am purple like the west.
The Girls at Home
© Henry Clay Work
When the daylight fades on the tented field,
And the campfire cheerfully burns,
The Muses Threnodie: Third Muse
© Henry Adamson
These be the first memorials of a bridge,
Good Monsier, that we truely can alledge.
Thus spoke good Gall, and I did much rejoyce
To hear him these antiquities disclose;
Which I remembering now, of force must cry
Gall, sweetest Gall, what ailed thee to die?
Prarie
© Virna Sheard
Where yesterday rolled long waves of gold
Beneath the burnished blue of the sky,
A silver-white sea lies still and cold,
And a bitter wind blows by.
