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Recrimination

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I

Said Life to Death: Methinks, if I were you,

In September

© Roderic Quinn

IN wood-hollows mate the swallows,
On the house-tops sparrows marry;
Where's the laggard that would tarry
When the Spring is up and doing,

You can talk about your music, and your operatic airs,
And your phonographic record that Caruso's tenor bears;
But there isn't any music that such wondrous joy can bring
Like the concert when the kiddies and their mother start to sing.

The Enemies

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I could have sung as sweet as any lark
Who in unfettered skies doth find him blest,
And sings to leaning angels prayer and praise,
For in God's garden the most lowly nest.

Before We Were Married

© Henry Lawson

BLACKSOIL PLAINS were grey soil, grey soil in the drought.
Fifteen years away, and five hundred miles out;
Swag and bag and billy carried all our care
Before we were married, and I wish that I were there.

The Caffer Commando

© Thomas Pringle

Hark! - heard ye the signals of triumph afar?

'Tis our Caffer Commando returning from war:

Yarrow Revisited

© William Wordsworth

. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,

Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"

Twardowski's Wife

© Adam Mickiewicz

Eating, drinking, smoking, laughter,
Reverly and wild to-do -
They shake the inn from floor to rafter
With huzzahing and halloo.

The Innkeepers Wife

© Clive Sansom

Well, I must go in. There are meals to serve.
Join us there, Carpenter, when youve had enough
Of cattle-company. The world is a sad place,
But wine and music blunt the truth of it.

A Poem On The Last Day - Book I

© Edward Young

When, lo, a mighty trump, one half conceal'd
In clouds, one half to mortal eye reveal'd,
Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call
Shall rattle in the centre of the ball;
The' extended circuit of creation shake,
The living die with fear, the dead awake.

Tarafa

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The tent lines these of Kháula in stone--stricken Tháhmadi.
See where the fire has touched them, dyed dark as the hands of her.
'Twas here thy friends consoled thee that day with thee comforting,
cried; Not of grief, thou faint--heart! Men die not thus easily.

A Christmas Carol

© James Russell Lowell

'What means this glory round our feet,'
The Magi mused, 'more bright than morn?'
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
'To-day the Prince of Peace is born!'

The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part II

© Mathilde Blind

I.

THERE was a windless mere, on whose smooth breast

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Student's Tale; Emma and Eginhard

Smaragdo, Abbot of St. Michael's, said,
With many a shrug and shaking of the head,
Surely some demon must possess the lad,
Who showed more wit than ever schoolboy had,
And learned his Trivium thus without the rod;
But Alcuin said it was the grace of God.

The Last Prayer

MASTER of life, the day is done;
My sun of life is sinking low;
I watch the hours slip one by one
And hark the night-wind and the snow.

Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part I

YE interstellar spaces, serene and still and clear.
Above, below, around!
Ye gray unmeasured breadths of ether, sphere on sphere!
We listen, but no sound
Rings from your depths profound.