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The Sussex Sailor

© Alfred Noyes

O, once, by Cuckmere Haven,

I heard a sailor sing

Everyday Characters IV - My Partner

"There is, perhaps, no subject of more universal interest in the whole range of natural knowledge, than that of the unceasing fluctuations which take place in the atmosphere in which we are immersed."

-- British Almanack.

Rokeby: Canto I.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

The Moon is in her summer glow,

Behold A Silly Tender Babe

© Robert Southwell

BEHOLD a silly tender Babe,
In freezing winter night,
In homely manger trembling lies
Alas! a piteous sight.

Song

© Maria White Lowell

O BIRD, thou dartest to the sun,

When morning beams first spring,

Answer To Stanzas Addressed To Lady Hesketh By Miss Catharine Fanshawe, In Returning A Poem

© William Cowper

To be remembered thus is fame,
And in the first degree;
And did the few like her the same,
The press might sleep for me.

Preparedness

© Edgar Albert Guest

Right must not live in idleness,
Nor dwell in smug content;
It must be strong, against the throng
Of foes, on evil bent.

Put a Penny in the Slot

© William Schwenck Gilbert

If my action's stiff and crude,

Do not laugh, because it's rude.

The Brus Book XVII

© John Barbour

[Only Berwick remains in English hands; a burgess offers to betray it]

The lordis off the land war fayne

Here's Luck

© Henry Lawson

No more well take a glass of ale when pushed with care an strife,
Anchuckle home with that old tale we used to tell the wife.
Well laugh anjoke an sing no more with jolly beery chums,
An shout Heres luck! while waitin for the luck that never comes.

Sonnet XVII

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

My love, and not I, is the egoist.

My love for thee loves itself more than thee;

My Heart Is Resting, O My Lord

© Anna Laetitia Waring

Perfection

© Roderic Quinn

THIS rose, to which each dawn anew
Come bees to fill their honey-sacks,
Though sweet in shape, and scent, and hue,
Perfection lacks.

Extract From "A New England Legend"

© John Greenleaf Whittier

How has New England's romance fled,

Even as a vision of the morning!

London Types: Bus Driver

He's called The General from the brazen craft

And dash with which he sneaks a bit of road

A Sun-Day Hymn

LORD of all being! throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!

Scythe Song

© Andrew Lang

MOWERS, weary and brown, and blithe,

What is the word methinks ye know,

The Lord Is My Shepherd

The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wandring, redeems when oppressed.