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The Modern Major-General

© William Schwenck Gilbert

I am the very pattern of a modern Major-Gineral,

I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral;

And a silent star slipped golden down the darkness,
Down the great wall, leaving no trace in the sky,
And years went with it, and worlds. And he dreamed still
Of a fleeter shadow among the shadows running,
Foam into foam, without a gesture or cry,
Leaving him there, alone, on a lonely hill.

The Wooden Doll And The Wax Doll

© Ann Taylor

THERE were two friends, a very charming pair,

Brunette the brown, and Blanchidine the fair;

The Fable of Dryope - Ovid's Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393]

© Alexander Pope

She said, and for her lost Calanthis sighs,

When the fair Consort of her son replies.

The love in her eyes lay sleeping

© William Forster

The love in her eyes lay sleeping,

As stars that unconscious shine,

The Story of Phoebus And Daphne, Applied

© Edmund Waller

Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train,

Fair Sacharissa lov'd, but lov'd in vain;

A Dilettante

© Augusta Davies Webster

Good friend, be patient: goes the world awry?
well, can you groove it straight with all your pains?
and, sigh or scold, and, argue or intreat,
what have you done but waste your part of life
on impotent fool's battles with the winds,
that will blow as they list in spite of you?

The Bather

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Water, frolic water!
Drops in the dazzle of noon, drops divinely cold,
Radiant down naked breast, down arm and thigh
You run to my feet, shaken to shining grass,

The Three Knocks

© Roderic Quinn

WHEN the owl that scared the mouse
Fluffed his feathers and sat still,
And the night around was chill,
On the door of yonder house

The House

© Anne Sexton

In dreams

the same bad dream goes on.

Tale IV

© George Crabbe

harm;
Give me thy pardon," and he look'd alarm:
Meantime the prudent Dinah had contrived
Her soul to question, and she then revived.
"See! my good friend," and then she raised her

The Rose Delima

© William Henry Drummond

"On Anticosti shore we hear de breaker roar
An' reef of dead Man's Islan' too we know,
But we never miss de way, no matter night or
day,
De Rose Delima schooner an' Captinne
Baribeau."

For Your Boy And Mine

© Edgar Albert Guest

Your dream and my dream is not that we shall rest,
But that our children after us shall know life at its best;
For all we care about ourselvesa crust of bread or two,
A place to sleep and clothes to wear is all that we'd pursue.
We'd tramp the world on sunny days, both light of heart and mind,
And give no thought to days to come or days we leave behind.

Saint Peter

© Henry Lawson

Now, I think there is a likeness 'twixt St Peter's life and mine
For he did a lot of trampin' long ago in Palestine
He was 'union' when the workers first began to organize
And I'm glad that old St Peter keeps the gate of Paradise

The Banished Bejant

from the unpublished remains of Edgar Allan Poe
In the oldest of our alleys,
By good bejants tenanted,
Once a man whose name was Wallace

Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VIII -- Bhishma-Badha - (Fall of Bhishma)

All negotiations for a peaceful partition of the Kuru kingdom having
failed, both parties now prepared for a battle, perhaps the most
sanguinary that was fought on the plains of India in the ancient
times. It was a battle of nations, for all warlike races in Northern
India took a share in it.

Booth's Drum [1]

© Henry Lawson

They have long used army rank-terms, and oh, say what it shall be,
When a few come back the real thing, and when one comes back V.C.!
They will bang the drum at Crows Nest, they will bang it on the Shore,
They will bang the drum in Kent-street as they never banged before.
And At Last theyll frighten Satan from the Mansion and the Slum
Hell have never heard till that time such a Banging of the Drum.