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An Elegie on Henry, fourth Erle of Northumberlande
© John Skelton
The noblenes of the north, this valiant lord and knight,
As man that was innocent of trechery or traine,
Pressed forth boldly to withstand the myght,
And, lyke marciall Hector, he faught them agayne,
Trustyng in noble men that were with him there;
Bot al they fled from hym for falshode or fere.
The Bird at Dawn
© Harold Monro
What I saw was just one eye
In the dawn as I was going :
A bird can carry all the sky
In that little button glowing.
Our Tree Has Flowers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
We have planted a tree,
And behold, it has flowers.
How lovely their joy!
Yet they know not of ours,
Old Paul and Old Tim
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When rival adorers come courting a maid,
There's something or other may often be said,
Why HE should be pitched upon rather than HIM.
This wasn't the case with Old PAUL and Old TIM.
Ode To The Austrian Socialists
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Let us remember Karl Marx Hof, Goethe Hof,
The one called Matteoti and all the rest.
They were little cities built by people for people.
They were shelled by six-inch guns.
It is strange to go
Sonnet XXX: Still In the Trace
© Samuel Daniel
Still in the trace of my tormented thought,
My ceaseless cares must march on to my death;
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 16
© William Langland
"Now faire falle yow,' quod I tho, "for youre faire shewyng!
For Haukyns love the Actif Man evere I shal yow lovye.
Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Scene I
"Discontent"
LAURENCE RABY.
Trinity Sunday
© John Keble
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide,
Now on Thy mercy's ocean wide
Far out of sight we seem to glide.
On The Descent Into Hell Of Ezzelino Di Napoli
© Walter Savage Landor
Rejoice, ye nations! one is dead
By whom ten thousand hearts have bled.
Widows and orphans, raise your voice . .
One voice, ye prostrate peoples, raise
To God; to God alone be praise!
All dwellers upon earth, rejoice:
A Discontented Sugar Broker
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A gentleman of City fame
Now claims your kind attention;
Fifty-Fifty
© Franklin Pierce Adams
For something like eleven summers
I've written things that aimed to teach
Our careless mealy-mouthéd mummers
To be more sedulous of speech.
September 1815
© William Wordsworth
WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,
With ripening harvest prodigally fair,
In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air,
Sent from some distant clime where Winter wields
The Bowl Of Water
© Robert Laurence Binyon
She is eight years old.
When she laughs, her eyes laugh;
Light dances in her eyes;
She tosses back her long hair
Farewell to London
© Alexander Pope
Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!
Thy fools no more I'll tease:
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
The Burial Of Sir John Mackenzie
© Jessie Mackay
They played him home to the House of Stones
All the way, all the way,
