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A Christmas Letter From Australia
© Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
T IS Christmas, and the North wind blows; t was two years yesterday
Since from the Lusitanias bows I looked oer Table Bay,
The Three Black Crows
© John Byrom
Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand,
One took the other briskly by the hand;
I'm sorry for the DeadToday
© Emily Dickinson
I'm sorry for the DeadToday
It's such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences
It's time o' year for Hay.
Sheep-Sheering
© James Thomson
In one diffusive band,
They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog
Compell'd to where the mazy-running brook
Forms a deep pool; this bank abrupt and high,
Hard Knocks
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'm not the man to say that failure's sweet,
Nor tell a chap to laugh when things go wrong;
John Keats
© Adelaide Crapsey
Eternity. Thou shalt
Pass sleeping, nor know
When sleeping ceases. Yet still
A little while thy breathing lasts,
Gradual is fainter: I
must listen close - the end."
Willie's Question
© George MacDonald
I.
Willie speaks.
Is it wrong, the wish to be great,
For I do wish it so?
I have asked already my sister Kate;
She says she does not know.
A Ballad That We Do Not Perish
© Zbigniew Herbert
Those who sailed at dawn
but will never return
left their trace on a wave-
Mary Leslie
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Here by the bivouac fire, above
These fields of savage play,
I'll lift my love to meet thy love
Twa thousand miles away,
Epilogue
© Edgar Lee Masters
You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.
He Needed Not
© George MacDonald
Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,
And sermons of the silent stone;
To read in brooks the print so clear
Of motion, shadowy light, and tone-
That man hath neither eye nor ear
Who careth not for human moan.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 03
© Torquato Tasso
XXXI
The villain flies, he, full of rage and ire,
The Childs Monitor
© Ann Taylor
That something says, without a sound,
"Take care, dear child, you may be drown'd: "
And for the poor whene'er I grieve,
That something says, "A penny give."
The Yellowhammer
© John Clare
When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen,
And yellowhammers gathering the dry bents
The Cable Hymn
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O lonely bay of Trinity,
O dreary shores, give ear!
Lean down unto the white-lipped sea
The voice of God to hear!
Neros Incendiary Song
© Victor Marie Hugo
Aweary unto death, my friends, a mood by wise abhorred,
Come to the novel feast I spread, thrice-consul, Nero, lord,
The Caesar, master of the world, and eke of harmony,
Who plays the harp of many strings, a chief of minstrelsy.
The Destroyer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
With care, and skill, and cunning art
She parried Time's malicious dart,
And kept the years at bay,
Till passion entered in her heart
And aged her in a day!
On The Death Of His Mother
© James Thomson
Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,
Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;
Steelhead
© Robinson Jeffers
The sky was cold December blue with great tumbling clouds,
and the little river
