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• The Pauper’s Drive

  There ’s a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot,—
  To the churchyard a pauper is going, I wot;
  The road it is rough, and the hearse has no springs; …

  Thomas Noel

• Beautiful Snow

  O The SNOW, the beautiful snow,
  Filling the sky and the earth below!
  Over the house-tops, over the street, …

  John Whitaker Watson

• London Churches

  I Stood, one Sunday morning,
  Before a large church door,
  The congregation gathered, …

  Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton

• Guilty, or Not Guilty?

  She stood at the bar of justice,
  A creature wan and wild,
  In form too small for a woman, …

  Anonymous

• The Female Convict

  She shrank from all, and her silent mood
  Made her wish only for solitude:
  Her eye sought the ground, as it could not brook, …

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

• Hopeless Grief

  I Tell you, hopeless grief is passionless,—
  That only men incredulous of despair,
  Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• To Myself

  From the German by Catherine Winkworth
  LET nothing make thee sad or fretful,
  Or too regretful; …

  Paul Fleming

• The Flower

  HOW fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
  Are thy returns! even as the flowers in spring;
  To which, besides their own demean, …

  George Herbert

• Afar in the Desert

  Afar in the desert I love to ride,
  With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:
  When the sorrows of life the soul o’ercast, …

  Thomas Pringle

• “Sad is our youth, for it is ever going”

  Sad is our youth, for it is ever going,
  Crumbling away beneath our very feet;
  Sad is our life, for onward it is flowing …

  Aubrey Thomas de Vere

• My Wife and Child

  The TATTOO 1 beats,—the lights are gone,
  The camp around in slumber lies,
  The night with solemn pace moves on, …

  Henry R. Jackson

• The Rainy Day

  The Day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
  It rains, and the wind is never weary;
  The vine still clings to the moldering wall, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• The Changed Cross

  It was a time of sadness, and my heart,
  Although it knew and loved the better part,
  Felt wearied with the conflict and the strife, …

  Mrs. Charles Hobart

• Something Beyond

  Something beyond! though now, with joy unfound,
  The life-task falleth from thy weary hand,
  Be brave, be patient! In the fair beyond …

  Mary

• Despondency Rebuked

  Say not, the struggle nought availeth,
  The labor and the wounds are vain,
  The enemy faints not, nor faileth, …

  Arthur Hugh Clough

• God’s Sure Help in Sorrow

  From the German by Catherine Winkworth
  LEAVE all to God,
  Forsaken one, and stay thy tears; …

  Anton Ulrich

• Sonnet: “While yet these tears have power to flow”

  From the French by Louise Stuart Costello
  WHILE yet these tears have power to flow
  For hours for ever past away; …

  Louise Labé

• Aunt Phillis’s Guest

  St. Helena Island, South Carolina, in 1863
  I WAS young and “Harry” was strong,
  The summer was bursting from sky and plain, …

  William Channing Gannett

• “Ilka blade o’ grass keps its ain drap o’ dew”

  Confide ye aye in Providence, for Providence is kind,
  And bear ye a’ life’s changes, wi’ a calm and tranquil mind,
  Though pressed and hemmed on every side, ha’e faith and ye ’ll win through, …

  James Ballantine

• Unchanging

  Anonymous translation from the German
  IN early days methought that all must last;
  Then I beheld all changing, dying, fleeting; …

  Friedrich von Bodenstedt

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