Car poems
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The Folk-Mote By The River
© William Morris
And now we saw the banners borne
On the first of the way that we had shorn;
So we laid the scythe upon the sward
And girt us to the battle-sword.
Snubbing (Tying-up) The Raft
© William Henry Drummond
Las' night dey 're passin', de golden plover,
Dis mornin' Im seein' de bluebird's wing,
So if not'ing go wrong, de winters over,
An' not very long till we got de spring.
To the Memory of my dear and ever honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; Who deceased, July 31. 1653. an
© Anne Bradstreet
By duty bound, and not by custome led
To celebrate the praises of the dead,
The Wonderful Aussie Waler
© Arthur Henry Adams
When Allenby's Army smashed the Turk
Who was the bloke who did all the work
The Aussie knows and he'll tell you straight
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131
© Alfred Tennyson
O true and tried, so well and long,
Demand not thou a marriage lay;
In that it is thy marriage day
Is music more than any song.
Kalmuck Bride
© Padraic Colum
I HAVE saddled your white steed, and I have burnished them-
Your belt with crystal clasps, your lance, your scimitar,
Your carbine silver-chased; now ere you mount and ride
Across the sky-wide steppe, a horseman to the war:
The Pressed Gentian
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The time of gifts has come again,
And, on my northern window-pane,
Outlined against the day's brief light,
A Christmas token hangs in sight.
Au Lecteur (To The Reader)
© Charles Baudelaire
La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine,
Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,
Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords,
Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine.
The Wheel Routs
© William Barnes
'Tis true I brought noo fortune hwome
Wi' Jenny, vor her honey-moon,
But still a goodish hansel come
Behind her perty soon,
Vor stick, an' dish, an' spoon, all vell
To Jeäne, vrom Aunt o' Camwy dell.
The Judgment Of Paris
© James Beattie
Far in the depth of Ida's inmost grove,
A scene for love and solitude design'd;
Where flowery woodbines wild, by Nature wove,
Form'd the lone bower, the royal swain reclined.
The White Comrade
© Robert Haven Schauffler
Under our curtain of fire,
Over the clotted clods,
We charged, to be withered, to reel
And despairingly wheel
When the bugles bade us retire
From the terrible odds.
What A Baby Costs
© Edgar Albert Guest
"How much do babies cost?" said he
The other night upon my knee;
The Sweetest Soul I Ever Knew
© Edgar Albert Guest
The sweetest soul I ever knew
I Had suffered untold sorrow,
To A Gentlewoman, Objecting To Him His Gray Hair
© Robert Herrick
Am I despised, because you say;
And I dare swear, that I am gray?
The Altogether Lovely.
© Mather Byles
I.
Oft has thy Name employ'd my Muse,
Thou Lord of all above:
Oft has my Song to thee arose,
My Song, inspir'd by Love.
Spring Longing
© Emma Lazarus
Lilac hazes veil the skies.
Languid sighs
Breathes the mild, caressing air.
Pink as coral's branching sprays,
Orchard ways
With the blossomed peach are fair.
Out At Pelletier's
© Edgar Albert Guest
OUT at Pelletier's where the blooded pigeons fly,
An' the tony Shetland ponies romp and play,
