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Fragment XI

© James Macpherson

The boat is broken in twain by the
waves. Armor plunges into the sea, to
rescue his Daura or die. Sudden a blast
from the hill comes over the waves.
He sunk, and he rose no more.

For Ever

© Henry Kendall

OUT of the body for ever,
Wearily sobbing, Oh, whither?
A Soul that hath wasted its chances
Floats on the limitless ether.

Fata Morgana

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A blue-eyed phantom far before
Is laughing, leaping toward the sun:
Like lead I chase it evermore,
I pant and run.

Father, I Know That All My Life

© Anna Laetitia Waring

I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And to wipe the weeping eyes;
And a heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathise.

For A Child

© Harriet Monroe

Still he lies,
Pale, wan, and strangely wise.
Under the white coverlet
He lies here sleeping yet,
Though it is day,
Though through the window flares the gaudy day.

From Afar

© Rabindranath Tagore

The 'I' that floats along the wave of time,
From a distance I watch him.
With the dust and the water,
With the fruit and the flower,

For Class Meeting

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,

To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it has been,

Funeral Hymn

© Sir Walter Scott

Dust unto dust,
To this all must;
The tenant hath resign'd
The faded form To waste and worm-
Corruption claims her kind.

Finery

© Ann Taylor

IN an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace,
And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face,
Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,
With a large little party the evening to spend.

Fair Ines

© Thomas Hood

O saw ye not fair Ines?

Shes gone into the West,

From 'She Stoops to Conquer' A Song

© Oliver Goldsmith

Let school-masters puzzle their brain,

With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;

Flotsam

© Lola Ridge

Nothing to guess at…
Save the darkness above
Crouching like a great cat.

Such love as thine, scarce can it bear love's name,
Deaf to the pleading notes of his sweet lyre,
A frank, impulsive heart I wish to claim,
A heart that blindly follows its desire.
I wish to embrace a woman full of flame,
I want to kiss a woman made of fire.

Fate

© Helge Rode

I was riding one day, 'twas a bright sunny day,
not a cloud to be seen in the sky,
When a small yellow bird, a-singing its song,
came flying to perch on my head.
With a too-ra-li-lay, falarali-ri-lay,
it came flying to perch on my head.

Fixing The Shame

They put him in jail for the thing he'd done,

For that was the law they'd made;

Fragment: Wedded Souls

I am as a spirit who has dwelt
Within his heart of hearts, and I have felt
His feelings, and have thought his thoughts, and known
The inmost converse of his soul, the tone

Father Of A Boy Named Sue

(Okay now years ago I wrote a song called A Boy Named Sue and that was okay
And everything except then I started to think about it and I thought
It is unfair I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid's point of view
And as I get more older and more fatherly
I begin to look at things from an old man's point of view
So I decided to give the old man equal time okay here we go)