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Villanelle of His Ladys Treasures
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
I took her dainty eyes, as well
As silken tendrils of her hair:
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 17
© William Langland
"I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, "and spire after a knyght
That took me a maundement upon the mount of Synay
Written for my Son ... at his First Putting on Breeches
© Mary Barber
WHAT is it our mamma's bewitches,
To plague us little boys with breeches ?
To Mrs. Newton
© William Cowper
A noble theme demands a noble verse,
In such I thank you for your fine oysters.
Ode To Peace
© James Beattie
I. 1.
Peace, heaven-descended maid! whose powerful voice
From ancient darkness call'd the morn;
And hush'd of jarring elements the noise,
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book XI - Sraddha - (Funeral Rites)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
From their royal brow and bosom gem and jewel cast aside,
Loose their robes and loose their tresses, quenched their haughty queenly
pride!
The Disciple
© George MacDonald
The times are changed, and gone the day
When the high heavenly land,
Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,
And men could understand.
Musophilus Containing A General Defence Of All Learning (ex
© Samuel Daniel
Power above powers, O heavenly eloquence,
That with the strong rein of commanding words
Fit The Eighth - The Vanishing
© Lewis Carroll
"There is Thingumbob shouting!" the Bellman said.
"He is shouting like mad, only hark!
He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,
He has certainly found a Snark!"
The Jolly Miller
© James Whitcomb Riley
It was a Jolly Miller lived on the River Dee;
He looked upon his piller, and there he found a flea:
"O Mr. Flea! you have bit' me,
And you shall shorely die!"
So he scrunched his bones against the stones--
And there he let him lie!
The Lay Of The Lady Lorraine
© Carolyn Wells
In vain they entreated, they begged and they plead,
They coaxed and besought, and they sullenly said
That she was hard-hearted, unfeeling, and cruel.
They challenged each other to many a duel;
They scowled and they scolded, they sulked and they sighed,
But they could not win Lady Lorraine for a bride.
The Battered Brigade
© William Henry Ogilvie
The mark of a stake in the shoulder,
The brand of a wall on the knee,
Between The Rapids
© Archibald Lampman
The point is turned; the twilight shadow fills
The wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,
The Monster Of Mr Cogito
© Zbigniew Herbert
Lucky Saint George
from his knight's saddle
could exactly evaluate
the strength and movements of the dragon
Cobbler Keezar's Vision
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The beaver cut his timber
With patient teeth that day,
The minks were fish-wards, and the crows
Surveyors of highway,-
