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As Ireland Wore the Green
© Henry Lawson
BY RIGHT of birth in southern land I send my warning forth.
I see my country ruined by the wrongs that damned the North.
And shall I stand with fireless eyes and still and silent mouth
While Mammon builds his Londons on the fair fields of the South?
A Gallop of Fire
© Marie E J Pitt
When the north wind moans thro' the blind creek courses
And revels with harsh, hot sand,
I loose the horses, the wild red horses,
I loose the horses, the mad, red horses,
And terror is on the land.
A Letter To Dafnis April: 2d 1685
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
This to the Crown, and blessing of my life,
The much lov'd husband, of a happy wife.
A propos d'Horace
© Victor Marie Hugo
Marchands de grec ! marchands de latin ! cuistres ! dogues!
Philistins ! magisters ! je vous hais, pédagogues !
A Misty Day
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Heart of my heart, the day is chill,
The mist hangs low o'er the wooded hill,
A Worker Reads History
© Bertolt Brecht
Each page a victory
At whose expense the victory ball?
Every ten years a great man,
Who paid the piper?
A Bowl Of Roses
© William Ernest Henley
It was a bowl of roses:
There in the light they lay,
Languishing, glorying, glowing
Their life away.
A Dog Has Died
© Pablo Neruda
My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
Autumn Wealth
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
Of course, there is no lack of faithful Christians ,too.
Most of Lithuanians are men of good character;
They love their families, obey the will of God.
Each day live saintly lives, steer clear of all misdeeds,
And rule their modest homes with kind parental care.
A Womans Sonnets: IX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The day draws nigh, methinks, when I could stay
Calm in thy presence with no dream of ill,
When, having put all earthliness away,
I could be near thee, touching thee, and still
A Catholic To His Ulster Brother
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Is there no bond of blood to you, my brother?
Who have called her ours, the ancient Mother,
A Um Legista
© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
Tu foges à cidade?
Feliz amigo! Vão
Contigo a liberdade,
A vida e o coração.
After My Death
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
And great, great is the pain!
There was a man-and see: he is no more,
and his life's song in mid-bar stopped,
one more song he had to go,
and now the song is gone for good,
gone for good!
A Second Review Of The Grand Army
© Francis Bret Harte
I read last night of the Grand Review
In Washington's chiefest avenue,-
After-Thought
© Alfred Tennyson
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
As being past away. -Vain sympathies!
Anhelli - Chapter 7
© Juliusz Slowacki
And the Shaman said : "Lo, now we shall show no more miracles,
nor the power of God that is in us, but we shall weep,
for we have come unto people who see not the sun.
An Epitaph For Keats
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THROUGH one, years since hanged and forgot
Who stabbed backs by the Quarter,
Here lieth one whowhile Time's stream
Runneth, as God hath taught her,
Bearing man's fame to men,will have
His great name writ in water.
A Winter Piece
© Bliss William Carman
OVER the rim of a lacquered bowl,
Where a cold blue water-color stands
I see the wintry breakers roll
And heave their froth up the freezing sands.
