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Margaret's Bridal Eve
© George Meredith
The old grey mother she thrummed on her knee:
There is a rose that's ready;
And which of the handsome young men shall it be?
There's a rose that's ready for clipping.
The Tomb Of Laius
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Rises a tomb--like stony mass
Amid the bosky mountain--bases;
It seems no work of human care,
But many rocks split off from one:
Laius, the Theban king, lies there,--
His murderer dipus, his son.
Polly Be-en Upzides Wi Tom
© William Barnes
Ah! yesterday, d'ye know, I voun'
Tom Dumpy's cwoat an' smock-frock, down
A Brown Study
© Edith Nesbit
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip,
Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,
Robins Secret
© Katharine Lee Bates
T IS the blithest, bonniest weather for a bird to flirt a feather,
For a bird to trill and warble, all his wee red breast a-swell.
I ve a secret. You may listen till your blue eyes dance and glisten,
Little maiden, but I ll never, never, never, never tell.
A Birth-Night Song
© Katharine Tynan
The Child is rocked on Mary's knee,
Cold in the stall this bitter night,
And "Lullalay-loo," soft singeth she,
"My little Boy and Heaven's Delight!"
When singing stars went up the sky
The Prince of Peace oped a sweet eye.
Le Balcon
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Mere des souvenirs, mattresses des mattresses
Mother of Memories! O mistress-queen !
Oh ! all my joy and all my duty thou !
The beauty of caresses that have been,
The evenings and the hearth remember now,
Mother of Memories! O mistress-queen !
The Book Of Paradise - The Favoured Beast
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Or beasts there have been chosen four
To come to Paradise,
"Too Low And Yet Too High."
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HE came in velvet and in gold;
He wooed her with a careless grace;
A confidence too rashly bold
Breathed in his language and his face.
The Cry
© Katharine Lee Bates
MULTITUDINOUS the cry beating on the smokeveiled sky.
Since the first war-wrath burst on immortal Belgium,
Dion [See Plutarch]
© William Wordsworth
Serene, and fitted to embrace,
Where'er he turned, a swan-like grace
The Ghost - Book IV
© Charles Churchill
Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence
To something of exalted sense
How The Fire Queen Crossed The Swamp
© William Henry Ogilvie
The flood was down in the Wilga swamps, three feet over the mud,
And the teamsters camped on the Wilga range and swore at the rising flood;
For one by one they had tried the trip, double and treble teams,
And one after one each desert-ship had dropped to her axle-beams;
So they thonged their leaders and pulled them round to the camp on the sandhill's crown,
And swore by the bond of a blood-red oath to wait till the floods went down.
The Ballad of Ben Hall's Gang
© Anonymous
Come all ye wild colonials And listen to my tale;
A story of bushrangers' deeds I will to you unveil.
'Tis of those gallant heroes, Game fighters one and all;
And we'll sit and sing, Long Live the King,
Dunn,Gilbert, and Ben Hall.
Peruvian Tales: Aciloe, Tale V
© Helen Maria Williams
Character of ZAMOR , a bard-His passion for ACILOE , daughter of the Cazique who rules the valley-The Peruvian tribe prepare to defend themselves-A battle-The PERUVIANS are vanquished-ACILOE'S father is made a prisoner, and ZAMOR is supposed to have fallen in the engagement-ALPHONSO becomes enamoured of ACILOE -Offers to marry her-She rejects him-In revenge he puts her father to the torture-She appears to consent, in order to save him-Meets ZAMOR in a wood-LAS CASAS joins them-Leads the two lovers to ALPHONSO , and obtains their freedom-ZAMOR conducts ACILOE and her father to Chili-A reflection on the influence of Poetry over the human mind.
Piscator And Piscatrix
© William Makepeace Thackeray
As on this pictured page I look,
This pretty tale of line and hook
Sonnet LXXVIII. Snowdrops
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WAN Heralds of the sun and summer gale!
That seem just fallen from infant Zephyrs' wing;
Not now, as once, with heart revived I hail
Your modest buds, that for the brow of Spring
On A Cone Of The Big Trees
© Francis Bret Harte
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)
Brown foundling of the Western wood,
To Cardinal Richelieu
© Francois de Malherbe
Thou mighty Prince of Church and State,
Richelieu! until the hour of death,
Whatever road man chooses, Fate
Still holds him subject to her breath.
