Food poems
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From Tuscan Came My Lady's Worthy Race
© Henry Howard
From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race;
Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat.
The Herd And The Mavis
© George MacDonald
"What gars ye sing," said the herd-laddie,
"What gars ye sing sae lood?"
"To tice them oot o' the yerd, laddie,
The worms for my daily food."
How A Princess Was Wooed From Habitual Sadness
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
In days of old the King of Saxe
Had singular opinions,
Taking Title
© Christopher Morley
TO make this little house my very own
Could not be done by law alone.
Though covenant and deed convey
Absolute fee, as lawyers say,
There are domestic rites beside
By which this house is sanctified.
Ballade Of The Breakfast Table
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Autocratesses, forgive my heat,
But isn't it time to change that stuff?
Small is the benison I entreat--
Why don't they ever have spoons enough?
Willie's Question
© George MacDonald
I.
Willie speaks.
Is it wrong, the wish to be great,
For I do wish it so?
I have asked already my sister Kate;
She says she does not know.
Epilogue
© Edgar Lee Masters
You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.
"She's Up and Gone, the Graceless Girl"
© Thomas Hood
She's up and gone, the graceless girl,
And robb'd my failing years!
My blood before was thin and cold
But now 'tis turn'd to tears;
Kathleens Charity
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"God bless the work," said young Kathleen,
She bent her golden head,
The Wolves
© Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy
When the church-village slumbers
And the last songs are sung,
Imperial Revels
© Victor Marie Hugo
Cheer, courtiers! round the splendid spread,
The board that groans with shame and plate;
Still fawning to the sham-crowned head
That hopes its brass will turn its fate!
The Song Of Hiawatha XI: Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
How the handsome Yenadizze
The Parish Register - Part I: Baptisms
© George Crabbe
floor.
Here his poor bird th' inhuman Cocker brings,
Arms his hard heel and clips his golden wings;
With spicy food th' impatient spirit feeds,
And shouts and curses as the battle bleeds.
Struck through the brain, deprived of both his
The Farewell
© Charles Churchill
_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewell
To all the follies which in Europe dwell;
Soliloquy
© Jane Taylor
Here's a beautiful earth and a wonderful sky,
And to see them, God gives us a heart and an eye;
The Nativity of Christ
© Robert Southwell
Behold the father is his daughter's son,
The bird that built the nest is hatched therein,
The old of years an hour hath not outrun,
Eternal life to live doth now begin,
The Word is dumb, the mirth of heaven doth weep,
Might feeble is, and force doth faintly creep.
The Seeker
© Roderic Quinn
GOOD People, by your fires to-night
Sit close and praise the red, red wood!
The wind is cold, the moon is white;
With me who wander 'tis not well; it is not well, but God is good.
Flesh And Spirit
© William Baylebridge
No! 'twas the questing dream that first achieved her-
More sensed for knowing no material part,
