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The Drunken Father
© Robert Bloomfield
Poor Ellen married Andrew Hall,
Who dwells beside the moor,
Where yonder rose-tree shades the wall,
And woodbines grace the door.
The Butterfly's Ball And The Grasshopper's Feast
© William Roscoe
Come take up your Hats, and away let us haste
To the Butterfly's Ball, and the Grasshopper's Feast.
The Trumpeter, Gad-fly, has summon'd the Crew,
And the Revels are now only waiting for you.
Book Seventh [Residence in London]
© William Wordsworth
Returned from that excursion, soon I bade
Farewell for ever to the sheltered seats
Of gowned students, quitted hall and bower,
And every comfort of that privileged ground,
Well pleased to pitch a vagrant tent among
The unfenced regions of society.
The Tent Of Noon
© Bliss William Carman
Behold, now, where the pageant of the high June
Halts in the glowing noon!
The trailing shadows rest on plain and hill;
The bannered hosts are still,
While over forest crown and mountain head
The azure tent is spread.
The Overlander
© Anonymous
There's a trade you all know well -
It's bringing cattle over:
I'll tell you all about the time
When I became a drover.
Antwerp And Bruges
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I climbed the stair in Antwerp church,
What time the circling thews of sound
The Sermon in the Stocking
© Anonymous
The supper is over, the hearth is swept,
And in the wood-fire's glow
The children cluster to hear a tale
Of that time so long ago,
Metamorphoses: Book The Third
© Ovid
The End of the Third Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
Songs with Preludes: Dominion
© Jean Ingelow
I.
Yon mooréd mackerel fleet
Hangs thick as a swarm of bees,
Or a clustering village street
Foundationless built on the seas.
To The Men At Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
No war is won by cannon fire alone;
The soldier bears the grim and dreary role;
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Yarrow Unvisited
© William Wordsworth
FROM Stirling castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,
And with the Tweed had travelled;
Ezekiel
© John Greenleaf Whittier
They hear Thee not, O God! nor see;
Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee;
A Farewell To Youth
© Alfred Austin
Ere that I say farewell to youth, and take
The homely road that leads to life's decline,
Feeding Out Wintering Cattle at Twilight
© Ted Hughes
The wind is inside the hill.
The wood is a struggle---like a wood
Struggling through a wood. A panic
Only just holds off---every gust
Noey Bixler
© James Whitcomb Riley
Another hero of those youthful years
Returns, as Noey Bixler's name appears.
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 14
© William Langland
"I have but oon hool hater,' quod Haukyn, "I am the lasse to blame
Though it be soiled and selde clene - I slepe therinne o nyghtes;
And also I have an houswif, hewen and children -
Uxorem duxi, et ideo non possum venire -
That wollen bymolen it many tyme, maugree my chekes.
