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The Lady of the Motor Car
© Henry Lawson
The Lady of the Motor-car her very soul is dead,
Because she never helped herself nor had to work for bread;
The Lady of the Motor-car sits in her sitting-room,
Her stony face has never changed though all the land is gloom.
The Congressmen Came Out To See Bull Run
© Stephen Vincent Benet
The congressmen came out to see Bull Run,
The congressmen who like free shows and spectacles.
The World In The Heart
© Jane Taylor
The charms of mental converse some may fear,
Who scruple not to lend a ready ear
To kitchen tales, of scandal, strife, and love,
Which make the maid and mistress hand and glove ;
And ever deem the sin and danger less,
Merely for being in a vulgar dress.
Lines Suggested By A Sight Of Waltham Cross
© Charles Lamb
Time-mouldering crosses, gemmed with imagery
Of costliest work and Gothic tracery,
Forest
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
In that magic forest, towering trees
Unexpectedly come forward from the haze.
The Borough. Letter VIII: Trades
© George Crabbe
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'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects here,
Who hazard thrice ten thousand pounds a-year;
We've no huge buildings, where incessant noise
Is made by springs and spindles, girls and boys;
Where, 'mid such thundering sounds, the maiden's
The Bride Of Abydos
© George Gordon Byron
Know ye the land where cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
Don Juan: Canto The Sixteenth
© George Gordon Byron
The antique Persians taught three useful things,
To draw the bow, to ride, and speak the truth.
The Angel Of The Sun
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHILE bending o'er my golden lyre,
While waving light my wing of fire ;
Creation's regions to explore,
To gaze, to wonder, to adore:
Mnemosyne
© Friedrich Hölderlin
The fruits are ripe, dipped in fire,
Cooked and sampled on earth. And there's a law,
That things crawl off in the manner of snakes,
Prophetically, dreaming on the hills of heaven.
The Flower Of Flame
© Robert Nichols
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The long, low wavelets of summer
Glide in and glitter along the sand;
The fitful breezes of summer
Blow fragrantly from the land.
To One demanding why Wine sparkles
© Henry King
So Diamonds sparkle, and thy Mistriss eyes;
When tis not Fire but light in either flyes.
Beauty not thaw'd by lustful flames will show
Like a fair mountain of unmelted snow:
Jap Miller
© James Whitcomb Riley
Jap Miller down at Martinsville's the blamedest feller yit!
When _he_ starts in a-talkin' other folks is apt to quit!--
The Hymn to Physical Pain
© Rudyard Kipling
Dread Mother of Forgetfulness
Who, when Thy reign begins,
Wipest away the Soul's distress,
And memory of her sins.
My Love
© Frances Anne Kemble
When thou art gone, there creeps into my heart
A cold and bitter consciousness of pain:
The light, the warmth of life with thee depart,
And I sit dreaming over and over again
Thy greeting clasp, thy parting look and tone;
And suddenly I wake--and am alone.
Bold Jack Donahoe (2)
© Anonymous
In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame.
My decent friends and parents, they will tell to you the same.
Enquiry After Peace
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
PEACE! where art thou to be found?
Where, in all the spacious Round,
Grand-father's Clock
© Henry Clay Work
My grand-father's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
