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The Legend Of Hamilton Tighe
© Richard Harris Barham
The Captain is walking his quarter-deck,
With a troubled brow and a bended neck;
One eye is down through the hatchway cast,
The other turns up to the truck on the mast;
Yet none of the crew may venture to hint
'Our Skipper hath gotten a sinister squint!'
A Good Time Going!
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
BRAVE singer of the coming time,
Sweet minstrel of the joyous present,
A Birthday Trifle
© Henry Kendall
Here in this gold-green evening end,
While air is soft and sky is clear,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO THE BEDOUIN ARABS
Children of Shem! Firstborn of Noah's race,
But still forever children; at the door
Of Eden found, unconscious of disgrace,
Murió Al Amanecer
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Noche de cuatro lunas
y un solo árbol,
con una sola sombra
y un solo pájaro.
Sweet Tibbie Dunbar
© Robert Burns
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Don Juan: Canto The Eighth
© George Gordon Byron
Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL
June 11, 1910
The Orphans' New Year's Gift
© Arthur Rimbaud
The room is full of shadow; you can hear, indistinctly, the sad soft whispering of two children.
Their foreheads lean forward, still heavy with dreams, beneath the long white bed-curtain
The Idyl Of Battle Hollow
© Francis Bret Harte
No, I won't,--thar, now, so! And it ain't nothin',--no!
And thar's nary to tell that you folks yer don't know;
And it's "Belle, tell us, do!" and it's "Belle, is it true?"
And "Wot's this yer yarn of the Major and you?"
Till I'm sick of it all,--so I am, but I s'pose
Thet is nothin' to you. . . . Well, then, listen! yer goes!
Drury-lane Prologue Spoken by Mr. Garrick
© Samuel Johnson
When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes
First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakespear rose;
The Tale Of A Pony
© Francis Bret Harte
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"
Surname, tolerable only in prose;
A Sunset at Les Eboulements
© Archibald Lampman
Broad shadows fall. On all the mountain side
The scythe-swept fields are silent. Slowly home
Angered Reason
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Angered Reason walked with me
A street so squat, unshapen, bald,
So blear--windowed and grimy--walled,
So dismal--doored, it seemed to be
Crazed
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'The Spring again hath started on the course
Wherein she seeketh Summer thro' the Earth.
I will arise and go upon my way.
It may be that the leaves of Autumn hid
His footsteps from me; it may be the snows.
