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Nauhaught, The Deacon
© John Greenleaf Whittier
NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon, who of old
Dwelt, poor but blameless, where his narrowing Cape
A Life
© Sylvia Plath
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball,
This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear.
Here's yesterday, last year --
Palm-spear and lily distinct as flora in the vast
Windless threadwork of a tapestry.
Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo
© Anonymous
If you want a situation, I'll just tell you the plan
To get on to a station, I am just your very man.
Pack up the old portmanteau, and label it Paroo,
With a name aristocratic - Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.
A King's Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral]
© Thomas Hardy
From the slow march and muffled drum,
And crowds distrest,
And book and bell, at length I have come
To my full rest.
In War-Time A Psalm Of The Heart
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Scourge us as Thou wilt, oh Lord God of Hosts;
Deal with us, Lord, according to our transgressions;
But give us Victory!
Victory, victory! oh, Lord, victory!
Oh, Lord, victory! Lord, Lord, victory!
The Braemar Road
© Nina Murdoch
The road that leads to Braemar winds ever in and out.
It wanders here and dawdles there, and trips and turns about
Parody On The Recorders Speech To His Grace The Duke Of Ormond, 4th July, 1711
© Jonathan Swift
An ancient metropolis, famous of late
For opposing the Church, and for nosing the State,
For protecting sedition and rejecting order,
Made the following speech by their mouth, the Recorder:
First, to tell you the name of this place of renown,
Some still call it Dublin, but most Forster's town.
To the Earl of Warwick, On the Death of Mr. Addison
© Thomas Tickell
. If, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stay'd,
And left her debt to Addison unpaid;
The Canterbury Tales; PROLOGUE
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Whan that Aprille, with hise shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
Hope
© William Cowper
Ask what is human life -- the sage replies,
With disappointment lowering in his eyes,
To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders
© John Donne
THOU, whose diviner soul hath caused thee now
To put thy hand unto the holy plough,
Of Moses And His Wife
© John Bunyan
This Moses was a fair and comely man,
His wife a swarthy Ethiopian;
