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The Spider and the Fly

© Howitt Mary

AN APOLOGUE.A NEW VERSION OF AN OLD STORY.

The Beadle's Annual Address

© Thomas Hood

The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,The ploughman homeward plods his weary way And this is Christmas Eve, and here I be!

I love all sights of earth and skies,From flowers that glow to stars that shine;The comet and the penny show,All curious things, above, below,Hold each in turn my wandering eyes:I claim the Christian Pagan's line,Humani nihil, -- even so, --And is not human life divine?

When soft the western breezes blow,And strolling youths meet sauntering maids,I love to watch the stirring tradesBeneath the Vallombrosa shadesOur much-enduring elms bestow;The vender and his rhetoric's flow,That lambent stream of liquid lies;The bait he dangles from his line,The gudgeon and his gold-washed prize

The Mother

© Hinkson Katharine Tynan

I am the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I.Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin utterly.

The Soul of Spain With McAlmon and Bird the Publishers

© Ernest Hemingway

In the rain in the rain in the rain in the rain in Spain

The Wail of the Cornish Mother

© Robert Stephen Hawker

I. That what God doth is best:But 'tis only a month to-morrow, I buried it from my breast.

The Peddler (Male)

© Susan Frances Harrison

Scissors and needles and pins--pins and needles and tape!Autolycus come to life, but look how Autolycus grins!What's wrong with his mouth? You would say it's full of his needles and pins,It's all on one side with a kink, a kind of a twisted gape

Luby's Cafeteria, Killeen, Tx

© Hamilton Jane Eaton

Bypass

© Hamilton Jane Eaton

You will smell onionshe said. Countbackward from one hundred.

Mary's Lamb

© Hale Sarah Josepha

Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow,And every where that Mary went The lamb was sure to go;He followed her to school one day -- That was against the rule,It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school

Our Suburb

© Guiterman Arthur

Our Garden Spot is always bright and pretty (Of course it's rather soggy when it rains),And only thirty minutes from the city (Of course you have to catch the proper trains)

Poetical Epistle to Mrs. Green

© Grose Francis

Hoping no offence, my dear Madam Green,You're surely the strangest gentlewoman that ever was seen;Didn't you say you'd come and see my drawings, and eat some of my plumb cake,Here I've kept it above a week, and all for your sake,And now it's as hard as a stone, and not worth a pin,To waste so fine a cake is I'm sure both a shame and a sin

The Years

© Greene Richard

For Cyril Pine

At the College

© Greene Richard

Serpentine, the path unwinds its innocencefrom building to building in flickering shadewhere my students feed lazy raccoons muffins

The Flying Fish

Magnae Deus potentiaequi fertili natos aquapartim relinquis gurgitipartim levas in aera.

Thirty-Six Ways of Looking at Toronto Ontario

##.see my house, its angled street,east, north, west, south,southeast, northwest, there areno parking placeshere

Ordinary, Moving

is the name of the gamelaughing, talking where the ball bouncesin the forgotten schoolyardone hand, the other hand; one foot, the other footyou know the one(Saturday Afternoon Kidblackball-cracker, scotchmint-muncherhandkerchief-chewer extraordinary)clap front, clap backballthwack on the boardfencefront and back, back and frontarms of old beeches reaching over drop theirsawtooth leaves in your hair (as I was sitting beneath a tree a birdie sent his love to me and as I wiped it from my eye I thought: thank goodness cows can't fly)tweedle, twydlecurtsey, saluteand roundaboutuntil you're out

the shadows turn, the light is longand while you're out you sing this song

this year, next year, sometime, never en roule-en ma boule roule-en we'll be friends for ever and ever

Pimperroquet, le roi des papillons se faisant la barbe, il se coupa le menton une, une, c'est la lune deux, deux, c'est le jeuseven, eight trois, trois -- c'est à toi!nine, a-lauraten a-laura echod, shtaimSecord hamelech bashomayim echod, shtaim, sholosh, ar-ba