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On Reading that I am ‘Elderly’
© Marriott Anne
As if the wordhas some dragging magicshe appearsthat woman who bentso carefully her black laced feetto fit the curveof the beachside walk(Victoria: a long moist springor was it autumn?)
From The Jew of Malta ("Content, but we will leave this paltry land")
© Christopher Marlowe
And sail from hence to Greece, to lovely Greece;I'll be thy Jason, thou my golden fleece;Where painted carpets o'er the the meads are hurledAnd Bacchus's vineyards o'er-spread the world,Where woods and forests go in goodly green,I'll be Adonis, thou shalt be Love's Queen;The meads, the orchards, and the primrose lanesInstead of sedge and reed bear sugar-canes;Thou in those groves, by Dis above,Shalt live with me and be my love
Lincoln, Man of the People [1922 version]
© Edwin Markham
When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind HourGreatening and darkening as it hurried on,She left the Heaven of Heroes and came downTo make a man to meet the mortal need
Ballade of Evil
© MacInnes Tom
Evil! What poor argument We mortals hear to make us trustThat as for God he never meant To bait this hook of pain with lust! Then by what devil was it thrustThro' the filmy first upheaval Of our planetary dust?No man knoweth the end of evil
The Song of the Hemp
© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley
The stubbled Hemp-field called the wind That passed with moistened eyes:
Monsieur Joliat
© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley
Boston she have good hockey team; Dose Senators ess nice.But Les Canadiens ees bes' Dat ever skate de ice.
John-John
© MacDonagh Thomas
I dreamt last night of you, John-John, And thought you called to me;And when I woke this morning, John, Yourself I hoped to see;But I was all alone, John-John, Though still I heard your call:I put my boots and bonnet on, And took my Sunday shawl,And went, full sure to find you, John, To Nenagh fair
The Testament of John Lydgate
© John Lydgate
Beholde, o man! lyft up thyn eye and see What mortall peyne I suffre for thi trespace
How they Brought the News to a Gent
© Linton William James
Bob Browning and Timothy Titcombe and MeHad to take him the news: I was boss of the three,For I strode a donkey, they stump'd
Farewell to a Friend
© Li Bai
Green mountains bar the northern sky; White water girds the eastern town
Good Husbands Make Unhappy Wives
© David Herbert Lawrence
Good husbands make unhappy wivesso do bad husbands, just as often;but the unhappiness of a wife with a good husbandis much more devastatingthan the unhappiness of a wife with a bad husband.
Figs
© David Herbert Lawrence
The proper way to eat a fig, in society,Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy, moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.
Cruelty and Love / Love on the Farm
© David Herbert Lawrence
Version 1 (1913)1.2Lifted, grasping the golden light1.3Which weaves its way through the creeper leaves1.4 To my heart's delight?
Salve Deus Rex Iudæorum
© Lanyer Æmilia
Now Pontius Pilate is to judge the CauseOf faultlesse Jesus, who before him stands;Who neither hath offended Prince, nor Lawes,Although he now be brought in woefull bands:O noble Governour, make thou yet a pause,Doe not in innocent blood imbrue thy hands; But heare the words of thy most worthy wife, Who sends to thee, to beg her Sauiours life
The Ahkoond of Swat
© Lanigan George Thomas
What, what, what,What's the news from Swat? Sad news, Bad news,Comes by the cable ledThrough the Indian Ocean's bed,Through the Persian Gulf, the RedSea and the Med-Iterranean--he's dead;The Ahkoond is dead!
For the Ahkoond I mourn
