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A Bit O Fun
© William Barnes
We thought you woulden leäve us quite
So soon as what you did last night;
An Ode - Inscribed To The Memory Of The Hon. Colonel George Villiers
© Matthew Prior
For restless Proserpine for ever treads
In paths unseen, o'er our devoted heads,
And on the spacious land and liquid main
Spreads slow disease, or darts afflictive pain:
Variety of deaths confirms her endless reign.
A Zong
© William Barnes
O Jenny, don't sobby! vor I shall be true;
Noo might under heaven shall peärt me vrom you.
My heart will be cwold, Jenny, when I do slight
The zwell o' thy bosom, thy eyes' sparklèn light.
A Lost Chance.
© James Brunton Stephens
[IT is stated that a shepherd, who had for many years grazed his flocks
in a district in which a rich tin-mining town in Queensland now stands,
Advice: to himself
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Sad Catullus, stop playing the fool,
and let what you know leads you to ruin, end.
A Dream of Waking
© George MacDonald
A child was born in sin and shame,
Wronged by his very birth,
Without a home, without a name,
One over in the earth.
An American Tale
© Helen Maria Williams
"Ah! pity all the pangs I feel,
If pity e'er ye knew;-
An aged father's wounds to heal,
Through scenes of death I flew.
A White Night
© Mathilde Blind
THE land lay deluged by the Moon;
The molten silver of the lake
Shimmered in many a broad lagoon
Between grey isles, whose copse and brake
Lay folded on the water's breast
Like halcyons in a floating nest.
As It Is
© Edith Nesbit
If you and I
Had wings to fly -
Great wings like seagulls' wings -
How would we soar
Above the roar
Of loud unneeded things!
An Hour
© Henry Van Dyke
You only promised me a single hour:
But in that hour I journeyed through a year
April Antidotes
© Jessie Pope
IN the nonage of the year,
When anemones appear,
And the buffets of the breeze are soft as silk,
When each sparrow spars and heckles,
I begin to think of freckles,
And of bi-chloride of mercury and milk.
An October Garden
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
In my Autumn garden I was fain
To mourn among my scattered roses;
A Boy And Watchmaker
© John Bunyan
This watch my father did on me bestow,
A golden one it is, but 'twill not go,
Autumn Evening
© Robinson Jeffers
Though the little clouds ran southward still, the quiet autumnal
Cool of the late September evening
Achill Girl's Song
© Padraic Colum
Id bring you these for dowry
A field from heather free,
White sheep upon the mountain,
And calves that follow me.
Annie She's Dowie
© George MacDonald
Annie she's dowie, and Willie he's wae:
What can be the matter wi' siccan a twae,
For Annie she's fair as the first o' the day,
And Willie he's honest and stalwart and gay?
At The Papyrus Club
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
He 's lost his mother--so he cries--
And here he knows he'll find her:
The rogue! 't is but a new device,--
Look out for flying arrows
Whene'er the birds of Paradise
Are perched amid the sparrows!
