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On The Reverend Mr. Hunter, Who received A Degree From The University Of Oxford
© Hannah More
Go, happy spirit, seek that blissful land
Where zealous Michael leads the glorious band
The Rivals; Or The Showman's Ruse
© James Whitcomb Riley
TOMMY (to JOHNNY).
Guess 'at Billy haint got back,--
Can't see nothin' through the crack---
Can't hear nothin' neither--No!
. . . Thinks he's got the dandy show,
Don't he?
The Ancient Printman
© James Whitcomb Riley
"O Printerman of sallow face,
And look of absent guile,
Is it the 'copy' on your 'case'
That causes you to smile?
Or is it some old treasure scrap
You cull from Memory's file?
Why Not?
© Harriet Monroe
Poet, sing me a song to-day !
But the world grows old and my hair is gray.
The Waggoner - Canto Second
© William Wordsworth
IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,
As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,
Had, with its belfry's humble stock,
A little pair that hang in air,
Eclogue 3: Menalcas Daemoetas Palaemon
© Publius Vergilius Maro
DAMOETAS
Nay, they are Aegon's sheep, of late by him
Committed to my care.
To a Portrait, Painted by the Late G.S. Newton, Esq.
© Alaric Alexander Watts
TO A PORTRAIT. PAINTED BY THE LATE G. S. NEWTON, ESQ., R.A., FROM AN OLD MINIATURE, SAID TO BE OF NELL GWYNN.
Beautiful and radiant girl!
Willie's Ladye
© Andrew Lang
Willie has ta'en him o'er the faem,
He's wooed a wife, and brought her hame;
He's wooed her for her yellow hair,
But his mother wrought her meikle care;
The Song Of Hiawatha XII: The Son Of The Evening Star
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Can it be the sun descending
O'er the level plain of water?
What Is To Come
© William Ernest Henley
What is to come we know not. But we know
That what has been was good--was good to show,
Better to hide, and best of all to bear.
We are the masters of the days that were:
We have lived, we have loved, we have suffered . . . even so.
Men and Women
© James Kenneth Stephen
. IN THE BACKS.
As I was strolling lonely in the Backs,
I met a woman whom I did not like.
I did not like the way the woman walked:
Sonnet XXXIV: The Star of My Mishap
© Samuel Daniel
The star of my mishap impos'd this paining,
To spend the April of my years in wailing
Is It Well?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Saw you the youth, with the face like the morning,
Refilling the glass, that foamed white as the sea?
The Song against Grocers
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
God made the wicked Grocer
For a mystery and a sign,
Night Watches
© James Russell Lowell
While the slow clock, as they were miser's gold,
Counts and recounts the mornward steps of Time,
On A Picture Of The Finding Of Moses By Pharoah's Daughter
© Charles Lamb
This picture does the story express
Of Moses in the bulrushes.
How livelily the painter's hand
By colours makes us understand!
Ode On Lord Hay's BirthDay
© James Beattie
A Muse, unskill'd in venal praise,
Unstain'd with flattery's art;
Who loves simplicity of lays
Breathed ardent from the heart;
To Englishmen
© John Greenleaf Whittier
You flung your taunt across the wave;
We bore it as became us,
Nocturne
© Rubén Dario
I want to express my anguish in verses that speak
of my vanished youth, a time of dreams and roses,
and the bitter defloration of my life
by many small cares and one vast aching sorrow.
The Passing Of Cadieux
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
'Fresh is love in May
When the Spring is yearning,
Life is but a lay,
Love is quick in learning.
