The little old man with the curve in his back
And the eyes that are dim and the skin that is slack,
So slack that it wrinkles and rolls on his cheeks,
With a thin little voice that goes "crack!" when he speaks,
Never goes to the store but that right at his feet
Are all of the youngsters who live on the street.

Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - Pastorale

© Oliver Goldsmith

CHORUS. -- AFFETTUOSO. -- LARGO.
Ye shady walks, ye waving greens,
Ye nodding towers, ye fairy scenes --
Let all your echoes now deplore
That she who form'd your beauties is no more.

Humble And Unnoticed Virtue

© Hannah More

O my son!

The ostentatious virtues which still press

The Decline of the West

© Rudyard Kipling

Now it is not good for the Christian's health to hustle the Aryan

brown,

An Evening Walk

© William Wordsworth

Addressed To A Young Lady

FAR from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove

Home, Wounded

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Wheel me into the sunshine,
Wheel me into the shadow,
There must be leaves on the woodbine,
Is the king-cup crowned in the meadow?

The Men Who Sleep With Danger

© Henry Lawson

The men who camp with Danger

Are mostly quiet men:

The Lord of the Isles: Canto III.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head

Satyr II. To T:--- M.---y. On Law.

© Thomas Parnell

That angry Justice to her heaven went
There seems not so confessd an argument,
As Lawyers thriving in her name below,
When were she here again, again she'd go.
Thus courtiers, if a Kings from care wthdrawn,
Rise without meritt, & with fraud rule on.

At The Last Watch

Suddenly I found you had left behind by mistake
Your gold-mounted ivory walking stick.
If there were time, I thought,
You might come back from the station to look for it,
But not because
You had not seen me before going away.

When Nature Wants a Man

Watch her method, watch her ways!
How she ruthlessly perfects
Whom she royally elects;
How she hammers him and hurts him
And with mighty blows converts him
Into trial shapes of clay which only Nature understands--

Denial

I'd like to give 'em all they askit hurts to have to answer, "No,"

And say they cannot have the things they tell me they are wanting so;

The Visitor

LITTLE lady at de do',

W'y you stan' dey knockin'?

To Fletcher Reviv'd

How have I bin religious? what strange good
Has scap't me, that I never understood?
Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne?
Heald wounded states? made kings and kingdoms one?
That FATE should be so merciful to me,
To let me live t' have said I have read thee.

Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter V

Griselda's madness lasted forty days,
Forty eternities! Men went their ways,
And suns arose and set, and women smiled,
And tongues wagged lightly in impeachment wild