At The Spring Dawn

At the Spring Dawn Angelina Weld Grimké I watched the dawn come,    Watched the spring dawn come.And the red sun shouldered his way up    Through the grey, through the blue,Through the lilac mists.The quiet of it! The goodness of it!    And one bird awoke, sang,...

Fragment from “The Land”

Vita Sackville-West That was a spring of storms. They prowled the night;Low level lightning flickered in the eastContinuous. The white pear-blossom gleamedMotionless in the flashes; birds were still;Darkness and silence knotted to suspense,Riven by the premonitory...


And only to the heart that knows of grief,
Of desolating fire, of human pain,
There comes some purifying sweet belief,
Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief.
And life revives, and blossoms once again.

The True Born Englishman

The True Born Englishman

BY DANIEL DEFOE 1700 Thus from a mixture of all kinds began, That het’rogeneous thing, an Englishman: In eager rapes, and furious lust begot, Betwixt a painted Britain and a Scot. Whose gend’ring off-spring quickly learn’d to bow, And yoke their heifers to the Roman...