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The Farmers Woldest Dter

© William Barnes

No, no! I ben't a-runnèn down

The pretty maïden's o' the town,

The Contest

© Lesbia Harford

Our palm designed to grow
In deserts, sent roots seeking far and wide
Channels where waters flow.
And in the city found

Fuchsia Hedges In Connacht

© Padraic Colum

I THINK some saint of Eirinn wandering far
Found you and brought you here Demoiselles!
For so I greet you in this alien air!

Dazzled, six days he sat, a staring trance;
But on the seventh, casting stupor off,
Rose, and the straitness of the case that held
Him as with manacles of knitted fire,
Considered, and decided on a way....

Toast to Dayton

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Love of home, sublimest passion

That the human heart can know!

Astrophel And Stella-Seventh Song

© Sir Philip Sidney

Whose senses in so evil consort, their stepdame Nature lays,
That ravishing delight in them most sweet tunes do not raise;
Or, if they do delight therein, yet are so cloy'd with wit,
As with sententious lips to set a title vain on it:
Oh let them hear these sacred tunes, and learn in wonder's schools
To be in things past bounds of wit, fools, if they be not fools.

On The Best, Last, And Only Remaning Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher

© Richard Lovelace

I'm un-ore-clowded, too! free from the mist!
The blind and late Heaven's-eyes great Occulist,
Obscured with the false fires of his sceme,
Not half those souls are lightned by this theme.

Reynard The Fox - Part 2

© John Masefield

Down in the village men awoke,
The chimneys breathed with a faint blue smoke;
The fox slept on, though tweaks and twitches,
Due to his dreams, ran down his flitches.

Song XVIII. - Imitated from the French

© William Shenstone

Yes, these are the scenes where with Iris I stray'd,
But short was her sway for so lovely a maid!
In the bloom of her youth to a cloister she run,
In the bloom of her graces too fair for a nun!
Ill-grounded, no doubt, a devotion must prove,
So fatal to beauty, so killing to love!

The Vaudois Teacher

© John Greenleaf Whittier

"O Lady fair, these silks of mine

are beautiful and rare,-

The Federal City

© Henry Lawson

OH! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind!
They are seeking a site for a city, whose eyes shall be always blind,
Whose love for their ease grows greater, and whose care for their country less
They are seeking a site for a citya City of Selfishness.

Moorish Bridal Song

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The citron groves their fruit and flowers were strewing
Around a Moorish palace, while the sigh
Of low sweet summer-winds, the branches wooing,
With music through their shadowy bowers went by;
Music and voices, from the marble halls,
Through the leaves gleaming, and the fountain-falls.