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Written Afterwards

© Henry Lawson

So the days of my tramping are over,

And the days of my riding are done

The Wan Sun Westers, Faint And Slow

© William Ernest Henley

The wan sun westers, faint and slow;

The eastern distance glimmers gray;

To The Lady H.O.

© Caroline Norton

I.
COME o'er the green hills to the sunny sea!
The boundless sea that washeth many lands,
Where shells unknown to England, fair and free,

Sonnet I

© Francis William Bourdillon

Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion,
Such love for the sweet moon, that I had well
Believed her able on earth to love and dwell
With whatso man she set her love upon;

Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book IX - Drona-Badha (Fall Of Drona)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

On the fall of Bhishma the Brahman chief Drona, preceptor of the Kuru

and Pandav princes, was appointed the leader of the Kuru forces. For

The Fountain

© James Russell Lowell

Into the sunshine,
Full of the light,
Leaping and flashing
From morn till night!

Jack Frenchmans Lamentation

© Jonathan Swift

Ye Commons and Peers,
Pray lend me your ears,
I'll sing you a song, (if I can,)
How Lewis le Grand
Was put to a stand,
By the arms of our gracious Queen Anne.

Elegy XVI: The Expostulation

© John Donne

TO make the doubt clear, that no woman's true,

Was it my fate to prove it strong in you?

The Bells

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

T is but a wave, whose spreading circle beats,
With the same impulse, every nerve it meets,
Yet who shall count the varied shapes that ride
On the round surge of that aerial tide!

The Shepherds Calendar - February - A Thaw

© John Clare

Ploughmen go whistling to their toils
And yoke again the rested plough
And mingling oer the mellow soils
Boys' shouts and whips are noising now

Hunting Song

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Tek a cool night, good an' cleah,

Skiff o' snow upon de groun';

John Sutter

© Yvor Winters

I was the patriarch of the shining land,
Of the blond summer and metallic grain;
Men vanished at the motion of my hand,
And when I beckoned they would come again.

The Bride's Prelude

Sister, said busy Amelotte

To listless Aloÿse;

Friendship, when a friend meant a helping sword,
Faithfulness, when power and life were its fruits, hatred, when
the hated
Held steel at your throat or had killed your children, were more
than metaphors.
Life and the world were as bright as knives.

The Flower-Garden

O pensive Sister! thy tear--darkened gaze
I understand, whene'er thou look'st upon
The Garden's gilded green and colour'd blaze,
The gay society of flowers and sun.

A Summer Mood

BUT wait. Let each by each the days pass by,

One faded and one blown like summer flowers;

A Vanished Joy

When I was but a little lad of six and seven and eight,
One joy I knew that has been lost in customs up-to-date,
Then Saturday was baking day and Mother used to make,
The while I stood about and watched, the Sunday pies and cake;
And I was there to have fulfilled a small boy's fondest wish,
The glorious privilege of youth--to scrape the frosting dish!