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A New Version Of Why The Robins Breast Is Red
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Then, a child whose tongue and brow,
Robin's help had cooled but now,
Clutched the baby-fiend in ire,
And in gulfs of his own fire
Soused the vile misshapen elf.
A Vision Of Resurrection
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The Genius of an hour that fading day
Resigned to wide--haired Night's impending brow
Stole me apart, I knew not where nor how,
And from my sense ravished the world away.
A Desire To Praise
© Thomas Parnell
How bright thy glorious honours rise,
And with new lustre grace the skies.
For thee, the sweet seraphick Choir
Raise the voice and tune the Lyre,
And praises with harmonious sounds
Through all the highest heav'n rebounds.
All Winged Creatures I Have Loved
© Victor Marie Hugo
All the winged creatures I have loved!
And when, a child, I 'neath the thicket roved,
I from their nests the little birds conveyed
At first, of reeds I cages for them made,
At The Close
© George Meredith
To Thee, dear God of Mercy, both appeal,
Who straightway sound the call to arms. Thou know'st;
At The Beating Of A Drum
© Henry Lawson
Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong,
And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song;
The glorious words and music of Australia's song shall come
When her true hearts rush together at the beating of a drum.
A Song of Brave Men
© Henry Lawson
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave?
This is the song of brave men who never know they are brave:
Ceaselessly watching to save you, stranger from foreign lands,
Soundly asleep in your state room, full sail for the Goodwin Sands!
Life is a dream, they tell us, but life seems very real,
When the lifeboat puts out from Ramsgate, and the buggers put out from Deal!
A Report Song In A Dream, Between A Shepherd And His Nymph
© Nicholas Breton
Shall we go dance the hay? _The hay?_
Never pipe could ever play
Better shepherd's roundelay.
A Creed
© Edgar Albert Guest
TO live in hearts, not monuments of stone,
To live on humble lips that nightly pray,
To be remembered when the soul has flown
As one who smiled and passed along the way.
Andy's Gone With Cattle
© Henry Lawson
Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
Across the Queensland border.
A Bucolic Betwixt Two: Lacon & Thyrsis
© Robert Herrick
THYR. None of these; but out, alas!
A mischance is come to pass,
And I'll tell thee what it was:
See, mine eyes are weeping ripe.
LACON. Tell, and I'll lay down my pipe.
After All
© Henry Lawson
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all.
"An upper chamber in a darkened house"
© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman
An upper chamber in a darkened house,
Where, ere his footsteps reached ripe manhood's brink,
A Foretaste
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
AT length the then of my long hope was now;
Yet had my spirit an extreme unrest:
Arrival
© Philip Larkin
Morning, a glass door, flashes
Gold names off the new city,
Whose white shelves and domes travel
The slow sky all day.
A Story At Dusk
© Ada Cambridge
An evening all aglow with summer light
And autumn colour-fairest of the year.
Anchored
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
If thro' the sea of night
which here summons me,
I could swim out beyond
the farthest star,
At Grass
© Philip Larkin
The eye can hardly pick them out
From the cold shade they shelter in,
Till wind distresses tail and main;
Then one crops grass, and moves about
- The other seeming to look on -
And stands anonymous again
A Meditation On Rhode-Island Coal
© William Cullen Bryant
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heaped
With Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright
--The many-coloured flame--and played and leaped,
I thought of rainbows and the northern light,
Moore's Lalla Rookh, the Treasury Report,
And other brilliant matters of the sort.
