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I've sung my songs on dusty roads and dirty city sidewalks
To sweatin' hard eyed brakemen, in the rail yards I rolled through
I've sung in blue wall papered rooms to girls I played at lovin'
Now MamaI'll sing one song for you

Libera Me

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

Goddess the laughter-loving, Aphrodite, befriend!
Long have I served thine altars, serve me now at the end,
Let me have peace of thee, truce of thee, golden one, send.

Night

© Arthur Symons

The night's held breath,
And the Stars' steady eyes:
Is it sleep, is it death,
In the earth, in the skies?

Lines To A Dragon Fly

© Walter Savage Landor

Life (priest and poet say) is but a dream;
I wish no happier one than to be laid
Beneath some cool syringa's scented shade
Or wavy willow, by the running stream,
Brimful of Moral, where the Dragon Fly
Wanders as careless and content as I.

Parting

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

If thou dost bid thy friend farewell,

But for one night though that farewell may be,

The Dedication To A Book Of Stories Selected From The Irish Novelists

© William Butler Yeats

There was a green branch hung with many a bell
When her own people ruled this tragic Eire;
And from its murmuring greenness, calm of Faery,
A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.

Distance

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WHY is it that yon far-off, mellowed horn
Sounds like an antique story, half-forlorn,
Half-sweet, with iterance of rare echoes sent
Up the serenely listening firmament?

On Suddenly Receiving A Curl Long Refused

© Vachel Lindsay

Oh, saucy gold circle of fairyland silk
Impudent, intimate, delicate treasure:
A noose for my heart and a ring for my finger:
Here in my study you sing me a measure.

Heroes Of The Titanic

© Henry Van Dyke

Honour the brave who sleep

Where the lost Titanic lies,

A Litany in Time of Plague

© Thomas Nashe

Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss;

This world uncertain is;

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LVII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

ON A LOST OPPORTUNITY
We might, if you had willed, have conquered Heaven.
Once only in our lives before the gate
Of Paradise we stood, one fortunate even,

Youth And Age. (Sonnet III.)

Oh give me back the days when loose and free

To my blind passion were the curb and rein,

The Last Walk In Autumn

I.

O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands

The Complaint Of The Goddess Of The Glaciers To Doctor Darwin

WHILE o'er the Alpine cliffs I musing stray'd,
And gaz'd on nature, in her charms severe,
The last soft beam of parting day display'd
The Glacier-Goddess, on her crystal sphere.