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I Remember, I Remember

© Franklin Pierce Adams

I remember, I remember-
And with a mirthless laugh-
My weekly board at college took
A jump to three and a half.

The Answer

© George Herbert

My comforts drop and melt away like snow:

I shake my head, and all the thoughts and ends,

Migratory Birds

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I have listened for the beat

Of slow wings across the sea.

Psalm LXXXIII. (83)

© John Milton

Be not thou silent now at length
O God hold not thy peace,
Sit not thou still O God of strength
We cry and do not cease.

I've Lived To See Desire Vanish

© Alexander Pushkin

Ive lived to see desire vanish,
With hope Ive slowly come to part,
And I am left with only anguish,
The fruit of emptiness at heart.

The Beauteous Flower - Son Of The Imprisioned Count

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Were I not prison'd here.
My sorrow sore oppresses me,
For when I was at liberty,

A Ball of Snow

© Matsuo Basho

you make the fire
and Ill show you something wonderful:
a big ball of snow!

If I were Francois Villon and Francois Villon I,
We both would mock the gibbet which the law has lifted high;
_He_ in his meager, shabby home, _I_ in my roaring den--
He with his babes around him, _I_ with my hunted men!
His virtue be his bulwark--my genius should be mine!--
"Go fetch my pen, sweet Margot, and a jorum of your wine!"

The Power of Armies is a Visible Thing

© William Wordsworth

The power of Armies is a visible thing,

Formal and circumscribed in time and space;

The Looks Of A Lover Enamoured

© George Gascoigne

THOU, with thy looks, on whom I look full oft,

And find therein great cause of deep delight,

The Australiad

© Mary Hannay Foott

Meanwhile the hardy Dutchmen came,as ancient charts attest,
Hartog, and Nuyts, and Carpenter, and Tasman, and the rest,
But found not forests rich in spice, nor market for their wares,
Nor servile tribes to toil oertasked mid pestilential airs,
And deemed it scarce worth while to claim so poor a continent,
But with their slumberous tropic isles thenceforward were content.

Prior To Miss Belle's Appearance

What makes you come HERE fer, Mister,

So much to our house?--SAY?

The Patteran

© Henry Lawson

I have given the love for their native land, wherever that land may be
(My children came from the East, my friends, and round by the Northern Sea),
And a son of a son of mine enemy, to the end of his treacherous line,
Shall be stricken to earth, if he dare but speak, by a son of a son of mine.
That the world shall know and my name shall glow in the light of the aftershine,
I have set the lines on my childrens palms as my fathers did on mine.