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England v, by William Wordsworth
WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed
Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed
I had, my Country!--am I to be blamed?
A thousand starring eyes, by Rebecka Smith
For what is one with no where to go, but alone in silent desolation.
Within the skies a thousand eyes, a thousand hearts, starring down upon you.
Hope has crippled and faded, but answer me this, is that so bad?
For what is a life without a hope?
A life without hope is a life without dissapointment, without pain and without fear.
The Chatelaine, by M. A. Sinclair
I have built one, so have you;
Paved with marble, domed with blue,
Battlement and ladies' bower,
Donjon keep and watchman's tower.
I have climbed, as you have done,
An Invitation, by Alfred Domett
Well! if Truth be all welcomed with hardy reliance,
All the lovely unfoldings of luminous Science,
All that Logic can prove or disprove be avowed:
Is there room for no faith -- though such Evil intrude --
In the dominance still of a Spirit of Good?
Song, by John Cutts, Lord Cutts
ONLY tell her that I love:
Leave the rest to her and Fate:
Some kind planet from above
May perhaps her pity move:
Lovers on their stars must wait.--
To a Lady, by William Dunbar
SWEET rois of vertew and of gentilness,
Dely Jones Jr.
How may one hold these days of wonderment
And bind them into stillness with a thong,
Ere as a fleeting dream they pass along
Into the waste of lovely things forspent;
How may one keep what the Great Powers have sent,
The Poppy, by Francis Thompson
SUMMER set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flush'd print in a poppy there;
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puff'd it to flapping flame.
With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank
Song Written at Sea, in the First Dutch War (1665), the night before an Engagement., by Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset
TO all you ladies now at land
We men at sea indite;
But first would have you understand
How hard it is to write:
The Muses now, and Neptune too,
His Books, by Robert Southey
MY days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old:
My never-failing friends are they,
Harbury, by Louise Driscoll
All the men of Harbury go down to the sea in ships,
The wind upon their faces, the salt upon their lips.
The little boys of Harbury when they are laid to sleep,
Dream of masts and cabins and the wonders of the deep.
The women-folk of Harbury have eyes like the sea,
Just Going, by Penny J Van Slyke
She reaches not for the unknown
But grasps the hands of familar
Buried deep in shadowlands
Painted on with glitter
Wrestling with content
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