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The Famine In Ireland
© James Brunton Stephens
THEY shall not perish! Not if help can save
Our hunger-stricken brethren from the grave!
Little Girls
© Edgar Albert Guest
He knew that earth would never do, unless a bit of Heaven it had.
Men needed eyes divinely blue to toil by day and still be glad.
A world where only men and boys made merry would in time grow stale,
And so He shared His Heavenly joys that faith in Him should never fail.
He sent us down a thousand charms, He decked our ways with golden curls
And laughing eyes and dimpled arms. He let us have His little girls.
To Celia
© Sir Charles Sedley
Not, Celia, that I juster am,
Or better than the rest;
For I would change each hour like them
Were not my heart at rest.
Death In A Ball-Room
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Oh many, many thus have died, alas,
Children, poor things! The grave will have its prey.
Some flowers must still be mown down with the grass,
And in life's wild quadrille the dancers gay
Must trample here and there a weak one in their way.
Charades
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Spake John Grogblossom the coachman to Eliza Spinks the cook:
"Mrs. Spinks," says he, "I've foundered: 'Liza dear, I'm overtook.
Druv into a corner reglar, puzzled as a babe unborn;
Speak the word, my blessed 'Liza; speak, and John the coachman's yourn."
Waiting
© Madison Julius Cawein
Come to the hills, the woods are green--
_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_--
There is a brook that flows between
Two mossy trees where we can meet,
Where we can meet and speak unseen.
Monday In Easter Week
© John Keble
Go up and watch the new-born rill
Just trickling from its mossy bed,
Streaking the heath-clad hill
With a bright emerald thread.
An Ode - Humbly Inscribed To The Queen, On the Glorious Success of Her Majesty's Arms
© Matthew Prior
When great Augustus govern'd ancient Rome,
And sent his conquering bands to foreign wars,
A Cranefly In September
© Ted Hughes
Sometimes she rests long minutes in the grass forest
Like a fairytale hero, only a marvel can help her.
She cannot fathom the mystery of this forest
In which, for instance, this giant watches -
The giant who knows she cannot be helped in any way.
To Yvor Winters
© Thom Gunn
Though night is always close, complete negation
Ready to drop on wisdom and emotion,
Night from the air or the carnivorous breath,
Still it is right to know the force of death,
And, as you do, persistent, tough in will,
Raise from the excellent the better still.
What Do Poets Want With Gold?
© Archibald Lampman
What do poets want with gold,
Cringing slaves and cushioned ease;
Are not crusts and garments old
Better for their souls than these?
The Prologues Of Euripides
© Aristophanes
_AEschylus_--And by Jove, I'll not stop to cut up your verses
word by word, but if the gods are propitious I'll spoil
all your prologues with a little flask of smelling-salts.
The Muses Threnodie: Fifth Muse
© Henry Adamson
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,
Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,
Birthday Lines For K.B.
© Joseph Furphy
Life is a Poem, short or long,
A dismal Dirge, or jovial Song,
A Psalm of faith, or Lay of Pride,
One stanza by each year supplied.
The King of Canoodle-Dum
© William Schwenck Gilbert
The story of FREDERICK GOWLER,
A mariner of the sea,
The Quiet Lodger
© James Whitcomb Riley
The man that rooms next door to me:
Two weeks ago, this very night,
"Brook! Whose Society The Poet Seeks"
© William Wordsworth
Brook! whose society the Poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08:
© Conrad Aiken
Well,it was two days after my husband died
Two days! And the earth still raw above him.
