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The Lord of the Isles: Canto II.
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!
The Drone
© Gamaliel Bradford
I might have been a worker, but I'm nothing but a drone.
I tell my idle stories in a philosophic tone.
In a fuzzy, spiny mantle of remoteness softly furled
I lie and watch with half-shut eyes the stupefying world.
The Cure Of Calumette
© William Henry Drummond
An' he know more, I'm sure dan de lawyer,
an' dere's many poor habitant
Is glad for see Fader O'Hara, an' ax w'at he
t'ink of de law
Genesis BK XX
© Caedmon
(ll. 1248-1254) Then the sons of God began to take them wives
from the tribe of Cain, a cursed folk, and the sons of men chose
them wives from among that people, the fair and winsome daughters
of that sinful race, against the will of God. Then the Lord of
heaven lifted up His voice in wrath against mankind, and said:
The Obliterate Tomb
© Thomas Hardy
'More than half my life long
Did they weigh me falsely, to my bitter wrong,
But they all have shrunk away into the silence
Like a lost song.
On The Pleasures Of College Life
© George Moses Horton
With tears I leave these academic bowers,
And cease to cull the scientific flowers;
With tears I hail the fair succeeding train,
And take my exit with a breast of pain.
De Papineau Gun
© William Henry Drummond
Bon jour, M'sieu'--you want to know
'Bout dat ole gun--w'at good she's for?
W'y! Jean Bateese Bruneau--mon pere,
Fight wit' dat gun on Pap'neau War!
Sermon In A Churchyard
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Let pious Damon take his seat,
With mincing step and languid smile,
Mad River, In The White Mountains
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
TRAVELLER
Why dost thou wildly rush and roar,
Mad River, O Mad River?
Wilt thou not pause and cease to pour
Thy hurrying, headlong waters o'er
This rocky shelf forever?
The Dead Come Home: Excerpt
© Edward Harrington
"We answered to the call to arms, unquestioning and blind,
We trusted to the promises of those we left behind.
Erat Hora
© Ezra Pound
Thank you, whatever comes.' And then she turned
And, as the ray of sun on hanging flowers
A Ballad Of Past Meridian
© George Meredith
Last night returning from my twilight walk
I met the grey mist Death, whose eyeless brow
Was bent on me, and from his hand of chalk
He reached me flowers as from a withered bough:
O Death, what bitter nosegays givest thou!
By Faith With Thanksgiving
© Edith Nesbit
LOVE is no bird that nests and flies,
No rose that buds and blooms and dies,
Life Of The Blessed
© William Cullen Bryant
Region of life and light!
Land of the good whose earthly toils are o'er!
Nor frost nor heat may blight
Thy vernal beauty, fertile shore,
Yielding thy blessed fruits for evermore!
The Kind Moon
© Sara Teasdale
I think the moon is very kind
To take such trouble just for me.
He came along with me from home
To keep me company.
The Evening Gossip
© Heinrich Heine
We sat by the fisher's cottage,
We looked on sea and sky,
We saw the mists of evening
Come riding and rolling by :
To Show What a Man Can Do
© Henry Lawson
THERE has been many a grander deed since man had life to give,
And thousands have gone to certain death, eyes open, that men might live;
And many have gone for their countrys sake, when their numbers were all too few,
And bravely died that their mates may dieto show what a man can do.
