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Lali
© John Le Gay Brereton
While the summer day is hot
You and I will loaf awhile,
Lolling in a leafy spot,
Lali of the cunning smile.
The Escape of the Old Grey Squirrel
© Alfred Noyes
All the same, one never knew.
All things come to those who wait -
Isles of palm in rose and blue,
India, China and Peru,
And the Golden Gate.
Widderins Race. Australian.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,
The extremest verge of equine life he stands;
Yet mark his action, as those wild young colts
Freed from the stock-yard gallop whinnying up;
See how he trots towards them,--nose in air,
Tail arched, and his still sinewy legs out-thrown
Sleep
© Archibald Lampman
If any man, with sleepless care oppressed,
On many a night had risen, and addressed
Voices Of The Night : Hymn To The Night
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Aspasie, trillistos.
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls!
On Sacrificing To The Kings Woo, Ching, And K'ang
© Confucius
The arm of Woo was full of might;
None could his fire withstand;
And Ching and K'ang stood forth to sight,
As kinged by God's own hand.
Accolon Of Gaul: Part I
© Madison Julius Cawein
"Will love grow less when dead the roguish Spring,
Who from gay eyes sowed violets whispering;
Peach petals in wild cheeks, wan-wasted thro'
Of withering grief, laid lovely 'neath the dew,
Will love grow less?
Leady-Day, An Ridden House
© William Barnes
Aye, back at Leädy-Day, you know,
I come vrom Gullybrook to Stowe;
The Borough. Letter XIV: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Life Of Blaney
© George Crabbe
ground:
He gave employ that might for bread suffice,
Correct his habits and restrain his vice.
Here Blaney tried (what such man's miseries
The Last Battle Of The Cid
© Ada Cambridge
Low he lay upon his dying couch, the knight without a stain,
The unconquered Cid Campeadór, the bright breastplate of Spain,
The incarnate honour of Castille, of Aragon and Navarre,
Very crown of Spanish chivalry, Rodrigo of Bivar!
Heaven has different Signsto me
© Emily Dickinson
"Heaven" has different Signsto me
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place
And when again, at Dawn,
Envoi
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
Now don't go and say you'd a dim
Idea of these stories before,
For I've frankly confessed them from Grimm,
The monarch of magical lore:
My Lady Nature and her Daughters
© John Henry Newman
Bird and beast of every sort
Hath its antic and its sport;
Chattering brook, and dancing gnat,
Subtle cry of evening bat,
Moss uncouth, and twigs grotesque,
These are Nature's picturesque.
To A Certain Critic
© George MacDonald
Such guests as you, sir, were not in my mind
When I my homely dish with care designed;
Nathan The Wise - Act II
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
But out of my dilemma
'Tis not so easy to escape unhurt.
Well, you must have the knight.
An Heroic Epistle of Hudibras To His Lady
© Samuel Butler
I who was once as great as Caesar,
Am now reduc'd to Nebuchadnezzar;
Joan Of Arc, In Rheims
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame!
A draught that mantles high,
And seems to lift this earth-born frame
Above mortality:
Away! to me a woman bring
Sweet waters from affection's spring.
Fragments - Lines 0983 - 0988
© Theognis of Megara
Let us devote our hearts to merriment and feasting
While the enjoyment of delights still brings pleasure.
For quick as thought does radiant youth pass by;
Nor does the rush of horses prove to be swifter
When carrying their master to the labor of men's spears
With furious energy, taking joy in the plain that brings forth wheat.
