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The Thief And Cordelier. A Ballad
© Matthew Prior
Who has e'er been at Paris must needs know the Greve,
The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave,
Where honour and justice most oddly contribute
To ease heroes' pains by a halter and gibbet.
Derry down, down, hey derry down.
Of Hell And The Estate of Those Who Perish
© John Bunyan
hus, having show'd you what I see
Of heaven, I now will tell
You also, after search, what be
The damned wights of hell.
The Peace Maker
© Henry Lawson
It has a point of neither sex
But comes in guise of both,
And, doubly dangerous complex,
It is a thing to loathe
A lady with her sweet, sad smile,
A gentleman on oath.
Don Juan: Canto The Eleventh
© George Gordon Byron
When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,'
And proved it--'twas no matter what he said:
The Vulture and the Husbandman
© Arthur Clement Hilton
The papers they had finished lay
In piles of blue and white.
They answered every thing they could,
And wrote with all their might,
But, though they wrote it all by rote,
They did not write it right.
Georgic 1
© Publius Vergilius Maro
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star
Maecenas, it is meet to turn the sod
Hay-Meaken. Nunchen Time
© William Barnes
A.
Back here, but now, the jobber John
Come by, an' cried, "Well done, zing on,
I thought as I come down the hill,
The Right Family
© Edgar Albert Guest
With time our notions allus change,
An' years make old idees seem strange--
Bells Beyond the Forest
© Henry Kendall
Wild-eyed woodlands, here I rest me, underneath the gaunt and ghastly trees;
Underneath fantastic-fronted caverns crammed with many a muffled breeze.
Cutting Hair by Minnie Bruce Pratt: American Life in Poetry #190 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004
© Ted Kooser
Occupational hazards, well, you have to find yourself in the occupation to know about those. Here Minnie Bruce Pratt of Alabama gives us an inside look at a kind of work we all have benefited from but may never have thought much about.
Cutting Hair
Spinning Songs
© Padraic Colum
But she said to him, "The goods you proffer
Are far from my mind as the silk of the sea!
The arms of him, my young love, round me,
Is all the treasure that's true for me!"
ER ZAGRIFIZZIO D'ABBRAMO I (Abraham's Sacrifice 1)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
La Bibbia, ch'è una spece d'un'istoria,
Dice che ttra la prima e ssiconn'arca
Abbramo vorze fà da bon patriarca
N'ojocaustico a Dio sur Montemoria.
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 01
© William Langland
What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke dale
And the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe.
Before
© William Ernest Henley
Behold me waiting-waiting for the knife.
A little while, and at a leap I storm
Everyday Characters I - The Vicar
© Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Some years ago, ere time and taste
Had turned our parish topsy-turvy,
The Shepherd Of King Admetus
© James Russell Lowell
There came a youth upon the earth,
Some thousand years ago,
Whose slender hands were nothing worth,
Whether to plow, to reap, or sow.
The Lady Of La Garaye - Dedication
© Caroline Norton
FRIEND of old days, of suffering, storm, and strife,
Patient and kind through many a wild appeal;
In the arena of thy brilliant life
Never too busy or too cold to feel:
Psalm V.
© John Milton
Jehovah to my words give ear
My meditation waigh
The voyce of my complaining hear
My King and God for unto thee I pray.
