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Sargent, Epes - A Life of the Ocean Wave Print E-mail

Epes Sargent 

A Life on the Ocean Wave

A life on the ocean wave,
A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
Like an eagle caged, I pine
On this dull, unchanging shore:
Oh! give me the flashing brine,
The spray and the tempest's roar!

Once more on the deck I stand
Of my own swift-gliding craft:
Set sail! farewell to the land!
The gale follows fair abaft.
We shoot through the sparkling foam
Like an ocean-bird set free; --
Like the ocean-bird, our home
We'll find far out on the sea.

The land is no longer in view,
The clouds have begun to frown;
But with a stout vessel and crew,
We'll say, Let the storm come down!
And the song of our hearts shall be,
While the winds and the waters rave,
A home on the rolling sea!
A life on the ocean wave!

 
Rossetti, Christina - A Daughter of Eve Print E-mail

Christina Rossetti 

A Daughter of Eve

A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.

My garden-plot I have not kept;
Faded and all-forsaken,
I weep as I have never wept:
Oh it was summer when I slept,
It's winter now I waken.

Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:
Stripp'd bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.

 
Quarles, Francis - A Good-night Print E-mail

Francis Quarles 

A Good-night

Close now thine eyes and rest secure;
Thy soul is safe enough, thy body sure;
He that loves thee, He that keeps
And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.

The smiling conscience in a sleeping breast
Has only peace, has only rest;
The music and the mirth of kings
Are all but very discords, when she sings;
Then close thine eyes and rest secure;
No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.

 
Phillips, Stephen - Beautiful Lie the Dead Print E-mail

Stephen Phillips (1868–1915) 

Beautiful Lie the Dead 

Beautiful lie the dead;  
  Clear comes each feature;  
Satisfied not to be,  
  Strangely contented.  
  
Like ships, the anchor dropped,
  Furled every sail is;  
Mirrored with all their masts  
  In a deep water. 

 
Khayyam, Omar - Come Fill The Cup Print E-mail

Omar  Khayyam  

Come Fill The Cup

Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring
Your winter garment of repentance fling.
The bird of time has but a little way
To flutter - and the bird is on the wing

 
Walrond, Francis Ernley - Ghosts Print E-mail

Francis Ernley Walrond (1875-1948)

Ghosts

I walk in a garden of roses,
'Twixt lawn and shaven lawn,
And I think of the wild free spaces,
And the rose of a breathless dawn.

Gentle and sweet beside me
Goes the wife that bears my name,
But I dream of a wild-eyed woman
And the sea that hides her shame.

 
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