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To His Son, Vincent Corbet

© Richard Corbet

What I shall leave thee none can tell,

But all shall say I wish thee well:

Faithless Sally Brown

© Thomas Hood

Young Ben he was a nice young man,
A carpenter by trade;
And he fell in love with Sally Brown,
That was a lady's maid.

THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

Faithless Nelly Gray

© Thomas Hood

Ben Battle was a soldier bold,
And used to war's alarms;
But a cannon-ball took off his legs,
So he laid down his arms.

Ode: How Sleep the Brave

© William Taylor Collins

How sleep the brave who sink to rest

By all their countrys wishes blest!

Death

© Thomas Hood

It is not death, that sometime in a sigh
This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;
That sometime these bright stars, that now reply
In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night;

Christmas Holidays

© Thomas Hood

Along the Woodford road there comes a noise
Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise
Struggles along, drawn by a pair of bays,
With Reverend Mr. Crow and six small boys,

Aquarium Fish

© Padraic Colum

MOULD-COLOURED like the leaf long fallen from

The autumn branch, he rises now, the Fish.

Autumn

© Thomas Hood

I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,

"An American girl of twenty"

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

An American girl of twenty
Should reach Egypt,
Forgetting the advice from the Titanic,
Asleep on the bottom, gloomier than the crypt.

Allegory

© Thomas Hood

I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.

The Golden Legend: VI. The School Of Salerno

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

_Doctor Serafino._ I, with the Doctor Seraphic, maintain,
That a word which is only conceived in the brain
Is a type of eternal Generation;
The spoken word is the Incarnation.

A Lake And A Fairy Boat

© Thomas Hood

A lake and a fairy boat
To sail in the moonlight clear, -
And merrily we would float
From the dragons that watch us here!

Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs

© Wallace Stevens

It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,
Tugging at banks, until they seemed
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,

Turns And Movies: Zudora

© Conrad Aiken

Here on the pale beach, in the darkness;
With the full moon just to rise;
They sit alone, and look over the sea,
Or into each other's eyes. . .

The Cold Change

In the cold change which time hath wrought on love

(The snowy winter of his summer prime),

Turns And Movies: Violet Moore And Bert Moore

© Conrad Aiken

Her eyes, he says, are stars at dusk,
Her mouth as sweet as red-rose musk;
And when she dances his young heart swells
With flutes and viols and silver bells;
His brain is dizzy, his senses swim,
When she slants her ragtime eyes at him. . .

A Glee For Winter

HENCE, rude Winter! crabbed old fellow,

Never merry, never mellow!

Turns And Movies: The Cornet

© Conrad Aiken

When she came out, that white little Russian dancer,
With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young,
He suddenly lost his leader, and all the players,
And only heard an immortal music sung,