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An Autumn Mood
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Pile the pyre, light the fire-there is fuel enough and to spare;
You have fire enough and to spare with your madness and gladness;
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02:
© Conrad Aiken
More towers must yet be builtmore towers destroyed
Great rocks hoisted in air;
Philosophy
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night,
'Bout hit bein' people's dooty, fu' to keep dey faces bright;
How one ought to live so pleasant dat ouah tempah never riles,
Meetin' evahbody roun' us wid ouah very nicest smiles.
Love's Last Adieu
© George Gordon Byron
The roses of love glad the garden of life,
Though nurtured 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew,
Till time crops the leaves with unmerciful knife,
Or prunes them for ever, in love's last adieu!
Down To The Mothers
© Charles Kingsley
Linger no more, my beloved, by abbey and cell and cathedral;
Mourn not for holy ones mourning of old them who knew not the Father,
The Things That Matter
© Edith Nesbit
NOW that I've nearly done my days,
And grown too stiff to sweep or sew,
Scotch Stuff
© George Ade
Scotch stuff has come to stay,
Now the burr drives out the brogue;
Here in the U. S. A.
The " hoot mon " is in vogue.
Hail to the canny Scot,
He'll get what's to be got.
The New Birth
© Jones Very
A new life;-thoughts move not as they did
With slow uncertain steps across my mind,
Cherry-Pit
© Robert Herrick
Julia and I did lately sit,
playing for sport at cherry-pit;
She threw; I cast; and, having thrown
I got the pit, she got the stone.
Mar. Lib. Iv. Ep. 33.
© Richard Lovelace
Et latet et lucet, Phaetontide condita gutta
Ut videatur apis nectare clausa suo.
Sic modo, quae fuerat vita contempta manente,
Funeribus facta est jam preciosa suis.
Wentworth
© Mary Hannay Foott
Tis a proud thing for Australia, while the funeral-prayers are said,
To remember loving service, frankly rendered by the dead;
How he strove, amid the nations, evermore to raise her head.
How in youth he sang her glory, as it is, and is to be,
Called her Empress,while they held her yet as base-born, over sea,
Owned her Mother,when her children scarce were counted with the free!
If I Had A Brontosaurus
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
If I had a brontosaurus
I would name him Morris or Horace;
But if suddenly one day he had a lot of little brontosauri
I would change his name to Laurie.
The Swan
© Ogden Nash
Scholars call the masculine swan a cob;
I call him a narcissistic snob.
He looks in the mirror over and over,
And claims to have never heard of Pavlova.
At Last
© Madison Julius Cawein
What shall be said to him,
Now he is dead?
Now that his eyes are dim,
Low lies his head?
What shall be said to him,
Now he is dead?
Past And Future
© John Kenyon
Might well have marvelled what such form should mean.
But of that gray-haired group, which clustered round,
Not one there was but knew the nameand sighed
Whenaskingit was answered them "Regret."
The Forlorn Hope
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
One saw the coming doom and was afraid,
And said, "My friends, the cause for which you dare
Is just and worthy, and it has my prayer
My time and money are engaged elsewhere."
A Song of Hope
© George MacDonald
I dinna ken what's come ower me!
There's a how whaur ance was a hert!
I never luik oot afore me,
An' a cry winna gar me stert;
There's naething nae mair to come ower me,
Blaw the win' frae ony airt!
What shall we do?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Here now forevermore our lives must part.
My path leads there, and yours another way.
What shall we do with this fond love, dear heart?
It grows a heavier burden day by day.
