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The Lost House

© George MacDonald

Out of thy door I run to do the thing
That calls upon me. Straight the wind of words
Whoops from mine ears the sounds of them that sing
About their work, "My God, my father-king!"

A Plea

© Edgar Albert Guest

GOD grant me these: the strength to do
Some needed service here;
The wisdom to be brave and true;
The gift of vision clear,
That in each task that comes to me
Some purpose I may plainly see.

At The Grave Of Keats

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

To G. W. C.
LONG, long ago, in the sweet Roman spring
Through the bright morning air we slowly strolled,
And in the blue heaven heard the skylarks sing

Tom Johnson's Quit

© James Whitcomb Riley

A passel o' the boys last night--

An' me amongst 'em--kindo got

Arethusa

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Arethusa arose
From her couch of snows
In the Acroceraunian mountains,--

Marriage Chapter III

© Khalil Gibran

Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

A Spider and a Centipede went out to take a walk;
The Centipede said frankly, "I will listen while you talk,
But I may appear distracted, or assume a vacant stare,
Because to keep my feet in step requires my constant care."

In Spring

© Li Po

Your grasses up north are as blue as jade,
Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches;
And at last you think of returning home,
Now when my heart is almost broken....
O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you,
Why part the silk curtains by my bed?

"Lucy"

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FOR HER GOLDEN WEDDING, OCTOBER 18, 1875

"Lucy."--The old familiar name

Sleep

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound

Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;

True Being

© William Baylebridge

True Being

Power Of Love (From "Antigone")

© Sophocles

O LOVE, thou art victor in fight: thou mak'st all things afraid;

Thou couchest thee softly at night on the cheeks of a maid;

A Lost Flower

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Droop all the flowers in my garden,

All their fair heads hang low;

When I Was King

© Henry Lawson

The second time I lived on earth

Was several hundred years ago;

The Mallee Fire

I SUPPOSE it just depends on where youre raised,

Once I met a cove as swore by green belar!

We Must Not Fail

We must not fail, we must not fail,
However fraud or force assail;
By honour, pride, and policy,
By Heaven itself!--we must be free.

His First Long Trousers

SAY, young fellow, just a minute,

They 're your first long trousers, eh?

Daisy Time

See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.

Sunset

I had studied the lore in her maiden-like ways,
And the large-hearted love of my Annie was won,
Ere Summer had passed into passionate days,
Or Autumn made ready her fruits for the Sun.

The Green-Hand Rouseabout

© Henry Lawson

Breakfast, curried rice and mutton till your innards sacrifice,
And you sicken at the colour and the smell of curried rice.
All day long with living muttonbits and belly-wool and fleece;
Blinded by the yoke of wool, and shirt and trousers stiff with grease,
Till you long for sight of verdure, cabbage-plots and water clear,
And you crave for beef and butter as a boozer craves for beer.