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The Evening Quatrains

© Charles Cotton

THE Day's grown old, the fainting Sun

Has but a little way to run,

Before Jove's throne, upon Olympus stretched
With hands beneath my head, with careless eyes
Exploring the vasty, vaulted heavens, I'd munch
The rustic straw, or in the fatted form
Of some church-going citizen would yawn
While Hermes or Apollo spake.

The Crusader's Return

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Rest pilgrim, rest!-thou'rt from the Syrian land,

Thou'rt from the wild and wondrous east, I know

The Four Queens (Maoriland).

© Arthur Henry Adams

Wellington.
HERE, where the surges of a world of sea
Break on our bastioned walls with league-long sweep,
Four fair young queens their lonely splendour keep,

Peter Bell The Third

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Is it a party in a parlour,
Crammed just as they on earth were crammed,
Some sipping punch-some sipping tea;
But, as you by their faces see,
All silent, and all-damned!
Peter Bell, by W. Wordsworth.

"I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis"

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis,
Where a Sazandar's groan resounds
The people cluster on the bridge,
The crowd carpets the whole capital,
While below, the Kuramurmurs.

Marmion: Canto III. - The Inn

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

The livelong day Lord Marmion rode:

The Minds Diet

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

No life worth naming ever comes to good
If always nourished on the selfsame food;
The creeping mite may live so if he please,
And feed on Stilton till he turns to cheese,
But cool Magendie proves beyond a doubt,
If mammals try it, that their eyes drop out.

Ballade Made In The Hot Weather

© William Ernest Henley

Dark aisles, new packs of cards,
Mermaidens' tails, cool swards,
Dawn dews and starlit seas,
White marbles, whiter words -
To live, I think of these!

Communion

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

In the silence of my heart,
I will spend an hour with thee,
When my love shall rend apart
All the veil of mystery:

Macleay Street and Red Rock Lane

© Henry Lawson

MACLEAY STREET looks to Mosman,

Across the other side,

Martha

© Robert Laurence Binyon

A woman sat, with roses red
Upon her lap before her spread,
On that high bridge whose parapet
Wide over turbulent Thames is set,

Ode IV: Affected Indifference. To The Same

© Mark Akenside

I.

Yes: you contemn the perjur'd maid

Virgils Gnat

© Edmund Spenser

And whatsoeuer other flowre of worth,
And whatso other hearb of louely hew
The iouyous Spring out of the ground brings forth,
To cloath her selfe in colours fresh and new;
He planted there, and reard a mount of earth,
In whose high front was writ as doth ensue.

How Lucy Backslid

De times is mighty stirrin' 'mong de people up ouah way,
Dey 'sputin' an' dey argyin' an' fussin' night an' day;
An' all dis monst'ous trouble dat hit meks me tiahed to tell
Is 'bout dat Lucy Jackson dat was sich a mighty belle.