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An Interview
© Robert Fuller Murray
I met him down upon the pier,
His eyes were wild and sad,
And something in them made me fear
That he was going mad.
A Post-Impression
© Alfred Noyes
He sat with his foolish mouth agape at the golden glare of the sea,
And his wizened and wintry flaxen locks fluttered around his ears,
And his foolish infinite eyes were full of the sky's own glitter and glee,
As he dandled an old Dutch Doll on his knee and sang the song of the spheres.
A Wonderful World
© Edgar Albert Guest
IT 'S a wonderful world when you sum it all up,
And we ought to be glad we are in it;
A Legend Of Madrid
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
O'er the horn'd front drops the streamer,
In the nape the sharp steel hisses,
Glances, grazes, - Christ! Redeemer!
By a hair the spine he misses.
A Pastoral Between Thirsis And Corydon, Upon The Death Of Damon, By Whom Is Meant Mr. W. Riddell
© James Thomson
Thir.
Say, tell me true, what is the doleful cause
That Corydon is not the man he was?
Your cheerful presence used to lighten cares,
An Epistle. Desiring The Queen's Picture, But Left Unfinished, By The Sudden News Of Her Majesty's D
© Matthew Prior
The train of equipage and pomp of state,
The shining sideboard and the burnish'd plate,
All About You
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
In the Grandville greyhound station in the lightly drizzlin' rain
Sittin' on my suitcase goin' quietly insane all about you babe all about you
All about you and then no feelin' double dealin' things that you do
Uh every man in Grandville says he knows you well
Burn your ears if you could hear the stories that they tell
At The End Of The Day -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
I know, this day will come to an end
At the end of the day
Ancient Air
© Li Po
I climb up high and look on the four seas,
Heaven and earth spreading out so far.
Frost blankets all the stuff of autumn,
The wind blows with the great desert's cold.
All ye nations, praise the Lord,
© James Montgomery
All ye nations, praise the Lord,
All ye lands your voices raise;
Heaven and earth with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, for ever praise.
Autumn Evening
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
There is a wistful charm, a tenderness,
Mysterious and soft, in autumn's even:
Ashly Mere
© Madison Julius Cawein
Come! look in the shadowy water here,
The stagnant water of Ashly Mere:
All Saints
© Edith Wharton
All so grave and shining see they come
From the blissful ranks of the forgiven,
Though so distant wheels the nearest crystal dome,
And the spheres are seven.
Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto III.
© Matthew Prior
Ideas, farms, and intellects,
Have furnish'd out three different sects.
Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.
A Tale. June 1793
© William Cowper
In Scotland's realm, where trees are few
Nor even shrubs abound;
But where, however bleak the view
Some better things are found;
An Ode To Nellie
© Edgar Albert Guest
AH Nellie, you were always fair, and you were always good and true,
I've sung about your wealth of hair, and praised your eyes, so soft and blue,
Your charms are many I confess, but now my pen in hand I take
To praise in my poor humble way the strawb'ry shortcake that you make.
