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The Road Of The Refugees
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Listen to the tramping! Oh, God of pity, listen!
Can we kneel at prayer, sleep all unmolested,
The White Squall
© William Makepeace Thackeray
And so the hours kept tolling,
And through the ocean rolling
Went the brave "Iberia" bowling
Before the break of day
What The Shutter Said As She Lay By The Fire
© Padraic Colum
I'd never grudge them the weight of their lands
If I had only the good red gold
To huggle between my breast and my hands!
Brothers, And A Sermon
© Jean Ingelow
“What, chorus! are you dumb? you should have cried,
‘So good comes out of evil;’” and with that,
As if all pauses it was natural
To seize for songs, his voice broke out again:
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Bright thro' the valley gallops the brooklet;
Over the welkin travels the cloud;
© Thomas Parnell
Ile sing to God, Ile Sing ye songs of praise
To God triumphant in his wondrous ways,
To God whose glorys in the Seas excell,
Where the proud horse & prouder rider fell.
The Lady of the Lake: Canto V. - The Combat
© Sir Walter Scott
Fair as the earliest beam of eastern light,
When first, by the bewildered pilgrim spied,
It smiles upon the dreary brow of night
© Alfred Austin
So sings the river through the summer days,
And I, submissive, follow what I praise.
What if my boyish blood would rather stay
Where lawns invite, where bonnibels delay,
Though but a youth and not averse from these,
To conflict called, I abdicate my ease,
Eleonora Duse As Magda
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The theatre is still, and Duse speaks.
What charm possesses all,
And what a bloom let fall
On parted lips, and eyes, and flushing cheeks!
© Guillaume Apollinaire
There is this ship which has taken my beloved back again
There are six Zeppelin sausages in the sky and with night
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Down in history we find it and in grandest works of art,
How the men on fields of battle play so well the soldier's part,
But I come to tell the story of relief from care and pain
Rendered them by Negro women in the Cuban War with Spain.
A Day Dream
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
My eyes make pictures when they're shut:--
I see a fountain large and fair,
A Willow and a ruined Hut,
And thee, and me, and Mary there.
O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow!
Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful green Willow!
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 9
© Publius Vergilius Maro
WHILE these affairs in distant places passd,
The various Iris Juno sends with haste,
Our First War-Christma
© Katharine Lee Bates
HARD to wait for the postman's tramp
Up the snowy walk, for the hand that gropes
Sonnet: My Lady
© Dante Alighieri
My lady carries love within her eyes;
All that she looks on is made pleasanter;
© George Gordon Byron
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring
The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead,
Oblivion! may thy languid wing
Wave gently o'er my dying bed!
The Avenging Spirit
© Arthur Symons
So you have drugged me with this poisoned wine
Because I never loved you; trees writhe grim
© John Masefield
Yet when I am dust my penman may not know
Those water-trampling ships which made me glow,
But think my wonder mad and fail to find,
Their glory, even dimly, from my mind,
And yet they made me:
Paradise Lost : Book IX.
© John Milton
No more of talk where God or Angel guest
With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,