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The Temperance Army
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Though you see no banded army,
Though you hear no cannons rattle,
Tale XVI
© George Crabbe
cause -
This creature frights her, overpowers, and awes."
Six weeks had pass'd--"In truth, my love, this
Molonys Lament
© William Makepeace Thackeray
O TIM, did you hear of thim Saxons,
And read what the peepers report?
They're goan to recal the Liftinant,
And shut up the Castle and Coort!
My Birthday
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Beneath the moonlight and the snow
Lies dead my latest year;
The winter winds are wailing low
Its dirges in my ear.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I fled into the bosom of the night,
Leaving the Fair behind me. I had need
Of the sweet healing darkness to my sight,
As a bruise needs a poultice. And in speed
The Deserted Pasture
© Bliss William Carman
I love the stony pasture
That no one else will have.
The old gray rocks so friendly seem,
So durable and brave.
'If my head hurt a hair's foot'
© Dylan Thomas
'If my head hurt a hair's foot
Pack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breath
Bump on a spout let the bubbles jump out.
Sooner drop with the worm of the ropes round my throat
Than bully ill love in the clouted scene.
Three Jolly Huntsmen
© Jessie Pope
Three jolly, old huntsmen, Joe, Jerry, Jim,
Took lunch at "The Three Cornered Hat";
Now Jerry was lanky, but Joe wasn't slim,
And Jim was delightfully fat.
Lali
© John Le Gay Brereton
While the summer day is hot
You and I will loaf awhile,
Lolling in a leafy spot,
Lali of the cunning smile.
Widderins Race. Australian.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,
The extremest verge of equine life he stands;
Yet mark his action, as those wild young colts
Freed from the stock-yard gallop whinnying up;
See how he trots towards them,--nose in air,
Tail arched, and his still sinewy legs out-thrown
Plighted
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty!
Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty:
Love given willingly, full and free,
Love for love's sake, - as mine to thee.
Father Ranney, the Cheese Pioneer
© James McIntyre
When Father Ranney left the States,
In Canada to try the fates,
Female Glory
© Richard Lovelace
Mongst the worlds wonders, there doth yet remain
One greater than the rest, that's all those o're again,
And her own self beside: A Lady, whose soft breast
Is with vast honours soul and virtues life possest.
St. Luke
© John Keble
Two clouds before the summer gale
In equal race fleet o'er the sky:
Two flowers, when wintry blasts assail,
Together pins, together die.
Good-Bye! (a chantey to be sung at the capstan)
© Harry Kemp
Good-bye to Dirty Kate's saloon -
Walk 'er round!
As we slither past the last sand dune -
Walk 'er round!
We're outward bound!
Accolon Of Gaul: Part I
© Madison Julius Cawein
"Will love grow less when dead the roguish Spring,
Who from gay eyes sowed violets whispering;
Peach petals in wild cheeks, wan-wasted thro'
Of withering grief, laid lovely 'neath the dew,
Will love grow less?
Catharina : The Second Part. On Her Marriage To George Courtenay, Esq.
© William Cowper
Believe it or not, as you choose,
The doctrine is certainly true,
That the future is known to the Muse,
And poets are oracles too.
