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Melodie Likes Majesty

Melodie likes her mermaid friend Majesty
she compliments Majesty's dress to a T.
Melodie has a memory of going to
one of Zercon's fancy cities.
Majesty goes on the 'Ragdoll' stage
to do comedy and entertain.
Melodie laughs with Sarah Star
they will be up next with their acts
to dropp everyone's jaws.
Majesty it is one funniest acts
they have ever seen.
Then Sarah is next
to go on stage
her singing act too is all the rage.
Melodie is then to be seen
she is with Razel puppet quite naturally.
Lighters light up in the air
whistling everywhere
Razel yells without a care
"You know why I
have no pupils? "
Before Melodie can jump in
Razel has finished her line
and committed the sin.
People are shocked and begin to talk.
Lights go out and I bow to the shouts.
Fun times on the 'Ragdoll' vaudeville
with Majesty Razel and Melodie
who really kill.

Written on March 20,2011

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Song of Wink Star

The Song of Wink Star
a happy story for children of all ages
story and text © Raj Arumugam, June 2008

☼ ☼

☼ Preamble

Come…children all, children of all ages…sit close and listen…
Come and listen to this happy story of the stars and of life…
Come children of the universe, children of all nations and of all races, and of all climates and of all kinds of space and dimensions and universes…
Come, dearest children of all beings of the living universe, come and listen to The Song of Wink Star…

Come and listen to this story, this happy story…listen, as the story itself sings to you…

Sit close then, and listen to the story that was not made by any, or written by a poet, or fashioned by grandfathers and grandmothers warming themselves at the fire of burning stars…

O dearest children all, come and listen to the story that lives
of itself, and that glows bright and happy….

Come…children all, children of all ages, come and listen to this happy story, the story so natural and smooth as life, as it sings itself to you….

☼ The Song of Wink Star
a happy story for children of all ages

☼ 1

Night Child, always so light and gentle, slept on a flower.
And every night, before he went to sleep, he would look up at the sky.
He would look at the eastern corner, five o’clock.

And there he would see all the stars in near and distant galaxies that were only visible to the People of Star Eyes.

Night Child was one of the People of Star Eyes. And so he could see the stars. And of all the stars he could see, he loved to watch Wink Star.

Wink Star twinkled and winked and laughed.
Every night Wink Star did that. Winked and laughed.

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Melodie Likes Majesty

Melodie likes her mermaid friend Majesty
she compliments Majesty's dress to a T.
Melodie has a memory of going to
one of Zercon's fancy cities.
Majesty goes on the 'Ragdoll' stage
to do comedy and entertain.
Melodie laughs with Sarah Star
they will be up next with their acts
to dropp everyone's jaws.
Majesty it is one funniest acts
they have ever seen.
She swirls her dress and
turns into a frog thats green.
Then Sarah is next
to go on stage
her singing act too is all the rage.
Melodie is then to be seen
she is with Razel puppet quite naturally.
Lighters light up in the air
whistling everywhere
Razel yells without a care
'You know why I
have no pupils? '
Before Melodie can jump in
Razel has finished her line
and committed the sin.
People are shocked and begin to talk.
Lights go out and I bow to the shouts.
Fun times on the 'Ragdoll' vaudeville
with Majesty Razel and Melodie
who really kill.

Written on March 20,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Sarah’s Special Birthday

There once was a girl named Sarah who had a special toy,

Her toy was a doll named Melodie who brought her lots of joy.

One night when Sarah fell asleep with Melodie in her hand,

Sarah started dreaming she was in a faraway land.

This land was filled with beautiful flowers, birds and butterflies,

This was the land of Krendoll where magical dolls come alive!

Then Sarah saw a shadow along side a tree,

She notices it’s Melodie as happy as can be!

Melodie is sitting on a magical unicorn, the unicorn is fair, soft and
white

The unicorn’s name is UniCandle with his horn shining bright!

Melodie jumps off of UniCandle who lets her to the ground,

And Sarah notices many, many, many presents all around.

The presents are all wrapped with big shiny bows,

They all fit in a glittering cart that has a glittering glow.

“It’s a Special Birthday for…guess who? You guessed it shouts

Melodie, Sarah all the presents are for you! ”

“The magic of your Special Dream brought you to this land,

The land of Special Birthdays is right where you now stand! ”

Then all of a sudden, UniCandle’s horn lit up a deep orange blue,

The flickering of his golden flame would make Sarah’s birthday wish

come true!

Then Melodie moved the cart with the help of the big golden handles,

So UniCandle could reach Sarah’s birthday cake and light Sarah’s

birthday candle.

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Majesty Mermaid On Stage

Melodie likes Majesty,

she compliments her to a T.

She has the memory of going to

one of Zercon's cities.

Majesty goes on the Krendoll stage

to do comedy and entertain.

Majesty squishes her mermaid tail

she sings and she rings her bell.

Majesty does this while hanging upside down

she is very talented, funnier then a clown.

Majesty it is one funniest acts

they have ever seen

she is sweet, as sweet as can be.

Melodie laughs with Sarah Star

Sarah will be up next with her act

driving a honking blue car.

Sarah Star is next to go on stage

her act too is all the rage.

Sarah too can sing

for she is the princess with alot of bling.

Melodie is then to be seen

she is with Razel puppet quite naturally.

Lighters light up in the air

whistling and singing everywhere

Razel yells without a care

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The Rosciad

Unknowing and unknown, the hardy Muse
Boldly defies all mean and partial views;
With honest freedom plays the critic's part,
And praises, as she censures, from the heart.

Roscius deceased, each high aspiring player
Push'd all his interest for the vacant chair.
The buskin'd heroes of the mimic stage
No longer whine in love, and rant in rage;
The monarch quits his throne, and condescends
Humbly to court the favour of his friends;
For pity's sake tells undeserved mishaps,
And, their applause to gain, recounts his claps.
Thus the victorious chiefs of ancient Rome,
To win the mob, a suppliant's form assume;
In pompous strain fight o'er the extinguish'd war,
And show where honour bled in every scar.
But though bare merit might in Rome appear
The strongest plea for favour, 'tis not here;
We form our judgment in another way;
And they will best succeed, who best can pay:
Those who would gain the votes of British tribes,
Must add to force of merit, force of bribes.
What can an actor give? In every age
Cash hath been rudely banish'd from the stage;
Monarchs themselves, to grief of every player,
Appear as often as their image there:
They can't, like candidate for other seat,
Pour seas of wine, and mountains raise of meat.
Wine! they could bribe you with the world as soon,
And of 'Roast Beef,' they only know the tune:
But what they have they give; could Clive do more,
Though for each million he had brought home four?
Shuter keeps open house at Southwark fair,
And hopes the friends of humour will be there;
In Smithfield, Yates prepares the rival treat
For those who laughter love, instead of meat;
Foote, at Old House,--for even Foote will be,
In self-conceit, an actor,--bribes with tea;
Which Wilkinson at second-hand receives,
And at the New, pours water on the leaves.
The town divided, each runs several ways,
As passion, humour, interest, party sways.
Things of no moment, colour of the hair,
Shape of a leg, complexion brown or fair,
A dress well chosen, or a patch misplaced,
Conciliate favour, or create distaste.
From galleries loud peals of laughter roll,
And thunder Shuter's praises; he's so droll.
Embox'd, the ladies must have something smart,

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Fifth Book

AURORA LEIGH, be humble. Shall I hope
To speak my poems in mysterious tune
With man and nature,–with the lava-lymph
That trickles from successive galaxies
Still drop by drop adown the finger of God,
In still new worlds?–with summer-days in this,
That scarce dare breathe, they are so beautiful?–
With spring's delicious trouble in the ground
Tormented by the quickened blood of roots.
And softly pricked by golden crocus-sheaves
In token of the harvest-time of flowers?–
With winters and with autumns,–and beyond,
With the human heart's large seasons,–when it hopes
And fears, joys, grieves, and loves?–with all that strain
Of sexual passion, which devours the flesh
In a sacrament of souls? with mother's breasts,
Which, round the new made creatures hanging there,
Throb luminous and harmonious like pure spheres?–
With multitudinous life, and finally
With the great out-goings of ecstatic souls,
Who, in a rush of too long prisoned flame,
Their radiant faces upward, burn away
This dark of the body, issuing on a world
Beyond our mortal?–can I speak my verse
So plainly in tune to these things and the rest,
That men shall feel it catch them on the quick,
As having the same warrant over them
To hold and move them, if they will or no,
Alike imperious as the primal rhythm
Of that theurgic nature? I must fail,
Who fail at the beginning to hold and move
One man,–and he my cousin, and he my friend,
And he born tender, made intelligent,
Inclined to ponder the precipitous sides
Of difficult questions; yet, obtuse to me,–
Of me, incurious! likes me very well,
And wishes me a paradise of good,
Good looks, good means, and good digestion!–ay,
But otherwise evades me, puts me off
With kindness, with a tolerant gentleness,–
Too light a book for a grave man's reading! Go,
Aurora Leigh: be humble.
There it is;
We women are too apt to look to one,
Which proves a certain impotence in art.
We strain our natures at doing something great,
Far less because it's something great to do,
Than, haply, that we, so, commend ourselves
As being not small, and more appreciable
To some one friend. We must have mediators

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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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Sarah Meets Melodie

Sarah waits in anticipation for Melodie to arrive
Sarah knows Melodie is small in size.
Melodie will be arriving on UniCandle unicorn's back
Melodie will be free from Razel's ice spells at last.
See Melodie was on the planet of Iceron
this is the planet where the days
are short and the nights are long.
She was turned into a robot but not no more
Lexius the Wizard has already transformed.
Transformed Melodie into a magical doll
she will be the first intergalactic doll of them all.
Melodie will help Sarah in her dreams at night
Sarah was under Razel's dream spell with fright.
Now Melodie is arriving to be Sarah's Special toy
helping Sarah overcome her phobias and bring her joy.
When Melodie turned 16 years of age
Sarah and Melodie would conquer Razel's rage.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 22,2012

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Sarah Meets Melodie

Sarah waits in anticipation for Melodie to arrive
Sarah knows Melodie is small in size.
Melodie will be arriving on UniCandle unicorn's back
Melodie will be free from Razel's ice spells at last.
See Melodie was on the planet of Iceron
this is the planet where the days
are short and the nights are long.
She was turned into a robot but not no more
Lexius the Wizard has already transformed.
Transformed Melodie into a magical doll
she will be the first intergalactic doll of them all.
Melodie will help Sarah in her dreams at night
Sarah was under Razel's dream spell with fright.
Now Melodie is arriving to be Sarah's Special toy
helping Sarah overcome her phobias and bring her joy.
When Melodie turned 16 years of age
Sarah and Melodie would conquer Razel's rage.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 22,2012

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XI. Guido

You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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11 Star

STAR:
'FOLLOW THE SAME STAR'
The truth we see;
How small a part
Of that lovely light
Ever reaches our heart?
If you're looking for the light,
There is a star shining bright,
A dawn to this dark night,
A candle burning bright.

Long ago, a star
Sent forth its light from afar.
And now, no matter how far,
We will follow the same star.
Lost sailors used stars
To calculate their course
Whenever the wind and waves took
Them with their force.

Let truth transform you;
It will make your heart and mind new.
If you're not faithful, your heart's in denial;
Take it from me - it's worth your while.
So forget this world with all its cares,
For troubled dreams turn into nightmares.
You have to leave this world behind
If you want to keep what you find.

The stars haven't always been there,
But the love of our Lord is everywhere.
The devil appears as an angel of light;
He does his best work in the night.
One day you'll leave this world of ours,
Taking your place among the stars.
Shine bright with light, my star;
Show the world who you are.

'SHARE THE SAME STAR'
I'm looking at this star tonight,
But will my wish come true?
I can't help wondering,
If you can see the same star too?
Do you see what I see,
As we stand in its light?
Does darkness overwhelm you,
When you look up there tonight?

I am dreaming in the darkness,

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poem by Daniel Cobb
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Sarah Recieves A Doll Named Melodie

On one special day, the day before Sarah’s birthday to be in fact,

Sarah received an anonymous box with no return address to be sent
back.

But once Sarah opened the box she was totally amazed,

For she had a doll from another planet that had a star-like gaze!

Yes, it was a cute girl doll with stars in her eyes and a big happy smile
that stretched a mile wide! !

Sarah was so happy and yelled out with joy she had received a
Krendoll doll which is a very magical toy.

She picked up the doll from out of the box and noticed it was wearing
a pair of bright pink socks.

He shoes were not on but there was a letter to Melodie’s side,

The letter starts out: “Hi, I’m Melodie, and I had a very long ride.

Yes, I came from another planet and was made especially for you,

To bring you lots of joy by playing the flute named the Lu Lu.”

Then the letter went on to say, “I will help you dream of faraway,

Faraway places that you will visit someday.”

Sarah held Melodie tight with both of her hands,

And noticed Melodie was wearing a shiny bright crystal headband.

The letter ended with a brief note of surprise,

It said, “Sarah, you will receive more magical gifts

From a land where magical toys come alive! ”

So, Sarah went to sleep with anticipation of what was to come,

For she couldn’t wait to visit the land that Melodie was from.

She noticed Melodie forever smiling,

And would bring her much happiness and joy,

For Melodie was made especially for Sarah

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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Stevie D Jimmy And Melodie

Melodie adores Stevie D,
she compliments his style of dress to a T.
She has the memory of going to City Place
Stevie goes on the Improv comedy stage
Stevie does comedy and entertains.
Melodie laughs with Jimmy Dean,
it is one funniest acts they have ever seen!
Then Jimmy is next to go on stage,
his act is funny it's all the rage.
Melodie is then to be seen,
she is with Razel puppet and me.
Lighters light up in the air,
wild whistling everywhere,
Razel yells without a care,
'You know why I have no pupils? '
right before Melodie can jump in-
Razel has finished her line and committed the sin.
People are shocked and begin to talk.
Lights go out and Razel starts to shout,
I bow with the girls before I walk out.
What a time in 2005, where the Improv Stage comes alive.
Sharing the stage with Stevie D, Jimmy, Razel and Melodie.

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Melodie’s Meltdown 2003

Wizard in purple talks to puppet Razel,
he is on her side even if her voice is nazel.
Wizard makes potions that freeze,
not only Melodie, but her winged friend fairy.
Soon all Melodie’s friends are frozen by tree,
they sit there waiting to be set free.
Sarah Star is the girl that has the special powers,
to break Razel ice-spell she cast from her tower.
First Sarah must go to see Dreeka the dragon at castle of pink,
she tells Sarah a rhyme that she must say with a wink.
Sarah does what she is told,
all Melodie’s friends are free to go,
go find Melodie who is frozen like snow.
UniCandle unicorn leads them to tower,
Melodie need to be unfrozen before the hour.
All of Melodie’s friends,
wave wand over Melodie’s head.
Soon Melodie is awake, but still a doll,
she turns into a girl and is thrilled with it all.
UniCandle unicorn touches her third eye,
transforms Melodie on the count of five.
Melodie is now eleven years old,
she has many adventures to be told.
But first she must unwrap presents in gold,
every Krendoll birthday has a great ending now.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 3,2011
updated October 10,2011

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Melodie’s Meltdown 2003

Wizard in purple talks to puppet Razel,
he is on her side even if her voice is nazel.
Wizard makes potions that freeze,
not only Melodie, but her winged friend fairy.
Soon all Melodie’s friends are frozen by tree,
they sit there waiting to be set free.
Sarah Star is the girl that has the special powers,
to break Razel ice-spell she cast from her tower.
First Sarah must go to see Dreeka the dragon at castle of pink,
she tells Sarah a rhyme that she must say with a wink.
Sarah does what she is told,
all Melodie’s friends are free to go,
go find Melodie who is frozen like snow.
UniCandle unicorn leads them to tower,
Melodie need to be unfrozen before the hour.
All of Melodie’s friends,
wave wand over Melodie’s head.
Soon Melodie is awake, but still a doll,
she turns into a girl and is thrilled with it all.
UniCandle unicorn touches her third eye,
transforms Melodie on the count of five.
Melodie is now eleven years old,
she has many adventures to be told.
But first she must unwrap presents in gold,
every Krendoll birthday has a great ending now.

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Canto the Fourth

I.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand:
I saw from out the wave her structures rise
As from the stroke of the enchanter’s wand:
A thousand years their cloudy wings expand
Around me, and a dying glory smiles
O’er the far times when many a subject land
Looked to the wingèd Lion’s marble piles,
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles!

II.

She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean,
Rising with her tiara of proud towers
At airy distance, with majestic motion,
A ruler of the waters and their powers:
And such she was; her daughters had their dowers
From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East
Poured in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.
In purple was she robed, and of her feast
Monarchs partook, and deemed their dignity increased.

III.

In Venice, Tasso’s echoes are no more,
And silent rows the songless gondolier;
Her palaces are crumbling to the shore,
And music meets not always now the ear:
Those days are gone - but beauty still is here.
States fall, arts fade - but Nature doth not die,
Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!

IV.

But unto us she hath a spell beyond
Her name in story, and her long array
Of mighty shadows, whose dim forms despond
Above the dogeless city’s vanished sway;
Ours is a trophy which will not decay
With the Rialto; Shylock and the Moor,
And Pierre, cannot be swept or worn away -
The keystones of the arch! though all were o’er,
For us repeopled were the solitary shore.

V.

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poem by Byron from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (1818)
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Stevie D, Jimmy Dean And Melodie

Melodie likes Stevie D,

she compliments him to a T.

She has the memory of

going to Place in the City.

Stevie goes on

the Improv stage,

to do comedy and entertain.

Melodie laughs with Jimmie,

Jimmie Dean,

it is one funniest acts

they have ever seen.

Then Jimmie is next

to go on stage,

his act too

is all the rage.

Melodie is then to be seen,

she is with Razel puppet and me.

Lighters light up in the air,

whistling everywhere,

Razel yells without a care,

“You know why I

have no pupils? ”

Before Melodie can jump in,

Razel has finished her line,

and committed the sin.

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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Retirement

Hackney'd in business, wearied at that oar,
Which thousands, once fast chain'd to, quit no more,
But which, when life at ebb runs weak and low,
All wish, or seem to wish, they could forego;
The statesman, lawyer, merchant, man of trade,
Pants for the refuge of some rural shade,
Where, all his long anxieties forgot
Amid the charms of a sequester'd spot,
Or recollected only to gild o'er
And add a smile to what was sweet before,
He may possess the joys he thinks he sees,
Lay his old age upon the lap of ease,
Improve the remnant of his wasted span,
And, having lived a trifler, die a man.
Thus conscience pleads her cause within the breast,
Though long rebell'd against, not yet suppress'd,
And calls a creature form'd for God alone,
For Heaven's high purposes, and not his own,
Calls him away from selfish ends and aims,
From what debilitates and what inflames,
From cities humming with a restless crowd,
Sordid as active, ignorant as loud,
Whose highest praise is that they live in vain,
The dupes of pleasure, or the slaves of gain,
Where works of man are cluster'd close around,
And works of God are hardly to be found,
To regions where, in spite of sin and woe,
Traces of Eden are still seen below,
Where mountain, river, forest, field, and grove,
Remind him of his Maker’s power and love.
'Tis well, if look’d for at so late a day,
In the last scene of such a senseless play,
True wisdom will attend his feeble call,
And grace his action ere the curtain fall.
Souls, that have long despised their heavenly birth,
Their wishes all impregnated with earth,
For threescore years employ’d with ceaseless care,
In catching smoke, and feeding upon air,
Conversant only with the ways of men,
Rarely redeem the short remaining ten.
Inveterate habits choke the unfruitful heart,
Their fibres penetrate its tenderest part,
And, draining its nutritious power to feed
Their noxious growth, starve every better seed.
Happy, if full of days—but happier far,
If, ere we yet discern life’s evening star,
Sick of the service of a world that feeds
Its patient drudges with dry chaff and weeds,
We can escape from custom’s idiot sway,
To serve the sovereign we were born to obey.

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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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The Loves of the Angels

'Twas when the world was in its prime,
When the fresh stars had just begun
Their race of glory and young Time
Told his first birth-days by the sun;
When in the light of Nature's dawn
Rejoicing, men and angels met
On the high hill and sunny lawn,-
Ere sorrow came or Sin had drawn
'Twixt man and heaven her curtain yet!
When earth lay nearer to the skies
Than in these days of crime and woe,
And mortals saw without surprise
In the mid-air angelic eyes
Gazing upon this world below.

Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!

One evening, in that primal hour,
On a hill's side where hung the ray
Of sunset brightening rill and bower,
Three noble youths conversing lay;
And, as they lookt from time to time
To the far sky where Daylight furled
His radiant wing, their brows sublime
Bespoke them of that distant world-
Spirits who once in brotherhood
Of faith and bliss near ALLA stood,
And o'er whose cheeks full oft had blown
The wind that breathes from ALLA'S throne,
Creatures of light such as still play,
Like motes in sunshine, round the Lord,
And thro' their infinite array
Transmit each moment, night and day,
The echo of His luminous word!

Of Heaven they spoke and, still more oft,
Of the bright eyes that charmed them thence;
Till yielding gradual to the soft
And balmy evening's influence-
The silent breathing of the flowers-
The melting light that beamed above,
As on their first, fond, erring hours,-
Each told the story of his love,
The history of that hour unblest,
When like a bird from its high nest

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poem by Thomas Moore
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The Dream

'TWAS summer eve; the changeful beams still play'd
On the fir-bark and through the beechen shade;
Still with soft crimson glow'd each floating cloud;
Still the stream glitter'd where the willow bow'd;
Still the pale moon sate silent and alone,
Nor yet the stars had rallied round her throne;
Those diamond courtiers, who, while yet the West
Wears the red shield above his dying breast,
Dare not assume the loss they all desire,
Nor pay their homage to the fainter fire,
But wait in trembling till the Sun's fair light
Fading, shall leave them free to welcome Night!

So when some Chief, whose name through realms afar
Was still the watchword of succesful war,
Met by the fatal hour which waits for all,
Is, on the field he rallied, forced to fall,
The conquerors pause to watch his parting breath,
Awed by the terrors of that mighty death;
Nor dare the meed of victory to claim,
Nor lift the standard to a meaner name,
Till every spark of soul hath ebb'd away,
And leaves what was a hero, common clay.

Oh! Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments; melting Heaven with Earth,
Leaving on craggy hills and rumning streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams;
Thy hour to all is welcome! Faint and sweet
Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet,
Who, slow returning from his task of toil,
Sees the low sunset gild the cultured soil,
And, tho' such radliance round him brightly glows,
Marks the small spark his cottage window throws.
Still as his heart forestals his weary pace,
Fondly he dreams of each familiar face,
Recalls the treasures of his narrow life,
His rosy children, and his sunburnt wife,

To whom his coming is the chief event
Of simple days in cheerful labour spent.
The rich man's chariot hath gone whirling past,
And those poor cottagers have only cast
One careless glance on all that show of pride,
Then to their tasks turn'd quietly aside;
But him they wait for, him they welcome home,
Fond sentinels look forth to see him come;
The fagot sent for when the fire grew dim,
The frugal meal prepared, are all for him;
For him the watching of that sturdy boy,

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poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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