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The Deil's Forhooit His Ain
© George MacDonald
The Deil's forhooit his ain, his ain!
The Deil's forhooit his ain!
His bairns are greitin in ilka neuk,
For the Deil's forhooit his ain.
The Fourth Of August
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Now in thy splendour go before us.
Spirit of England, ardent-eyed,
Enkindle this dear earth that bore us
In the hour of peril purified.
Eclogue:Composed at Cannes, December 9th, 1867
© Edward Lear
J--See Catherine comes! To her, to her,
Let each his several miseries refer;
She shall decide whose woes are least or worst,
And which, as growler, shall rank last or first.
Lost and Found
© Julia A Moore
In a southern city lived a wealthy family;
In a southern city was the happy home
Of a father and mother and a little daughter.
In peace and contentment they lived alone.
No Life Vain
© Hartley Coleridge
LET me not deem that I was made in vain,
Or that my being was an accident,
Thespis: Act I
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury
London
© John Davidson
Athwart the sky a lowly sigh
From west to east the sweet wind carried;
The sun stood still on Primrose Hill;
His light in all the city tarried:
The clouds on viewless columns bloomed
Like smouldering lilies unconsumed.
Reward Of Fickleness
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ALTON.
YOU see that man with the quick eyes and brow,
Too ponderous almost for his slender frame,
His dark locks tinged with gray; you'd hardly think it,
To a Young Lady, on Her Birthday
© Samuel Johnson
This tributary verse receive, my fair,
Warm with an ardent lover's fondest prayer,
Insects In Summer
© James Thomson
Waked by his warmer ray, the reptile young
Came wing'd abroad; by the light air upborne
Lighter, and full of soul. From every chink
And secret corner, where they slept away
Breitmann In Kansas
© Charles Godfrey Leland
VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr
Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin' apout like efery dings -
"circuivit terram et perambulavit eam," ash der Teufel said ven
dey ask him: "How vash you und how you has peen?"
Ma Muse Fuit Les Champs
© André Marie de Chénier
Ma Muse fuit les champs abreuvés de carnage,
Et ses pieds innocents ne se poseront pas
I Said It To You
© Paul Eluard
I said it to you for the clouds
I said it to you for the tree of the sea
For each wave for the birds in the leaves
For the pebbles of sound
For familiar hands
The Letter of Cupid
© Thomas Hoccleve
Hir wordes spoken been so sighingly
And with so pitous cheere and contenance,
That every wight that meeneth trewely
Deemeth that they in herte han swich greuance.
They sayn so importable is hir penance
On Cutting Down The Thorn At Market-Hill
© Jonathan Swift
At Market-Hill, as well appears
By chronicle of ancient date,
There stood for many hundred years
A spacious thorn before the gate.
The Labourer
© George Meredith
For a Heracles in his fighting ire there is never the glory that
follows
St. Ame
© Augusta Davies Webster
A SUNNY glade below the bridge;
Clear shadows branching through a stream;
Montefiore
© Ambrose Bierce
I SAWt was in a dream, the other night
A man whose hair with age was thin and white;
One hundred years had bettered by his birth,
And still his step was firm, his eye was bright.
