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The Old, Old Story and the New Order

© Henry Lawson

They proved we could not think nor see,

They proved we could not write,

Unstooping

© Walter de la Mare

Low on his fours the Lion

Treads with the surly Bear;

Muscadines

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

SOBER September, robed in gray and dun,
Smiled from the forest in half-pensive wise;
A misty sweetness shone in her mild eyes,
And on her cheek a shy flush went and came,

Raderus

© John Donne

Why this man gelded Martial I muse,
Except himself alone his tricks would use,
As Katherine, for the court's sake, put down stews.

Were I A Skilful Painter

© George MacDonald

Were I a skilful painter,

My pencil, not my pen,

Stars

© Kenneth Slessor

"THESE are the floating berries of the night,
They drop their harvest in dark alleys down,
Softly far down on groves of Venus, or on a little town
Forgotten at the world's edgeand O, their light

The Motor Car

© Henry Lawson

THE MOTOR CAR is sullen, like a thing that should not be;

The motor car is master of Smart Society.

Mad Song

© Adelaide Crapsey

Grey gaolers are my griefs

That will not let me free;

Roger Casement

© Padraic Colum

THEY have hanged Roger Casement to the tolling

of a bell,

The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality

© Allen Ginsberg

Reality is a question

of realizing how real

On An Ill-Managed House

© Jonathan Swift

LET me thy properties explain:

A rotten cabin dropping rain:

Lady Kathleen

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Fair Lady Kathleen in her tower

Bowed her head like a wounded flower;

"By Eve'ry Sweet Tradition of True Hearts"

© Thomas Hood

By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts,
Graven by Time, in love with his own lore;
By all old martyrdoms and antique smarts,
Wherein Love died to be alive the more;

Shovel And Tongs

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

The Poker proposed to the shovel
That they should be man and wife,
"I think," said he, "that we could agree
As we journey along through life."

Stanzas On The Late Indecent Liberties Taken With The Remains Of The Great Milton

"Me too, perchance, in future days,
The sculptured stone shall show,
With Paphian myrtle or with bays
Parnassian on my brow.

Lights

When we come home at night and close the door,
Standing together in the shadowy room,
Safe in our own love and the gentle gloom,
Glad of familiar wall and chair and floor,

The Scout Toward Aldie

Nine Blue-coats went a-nutting
Slyly in Tennessee-
Not for chestnuts - better than that-
Hugh, you bumble-bee!
Nutting, nutting -
All through the year there's nutting!

The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto IX.

III Disappointment
The bliss which woman's charms bespeak,
I've sought in many, found in none!
In many 'tis in vain you seek
What can be found in only one.