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The Muses Threnodie: Seventh Muse
© Henry Adamson
To Moncrieff eastern, then to Wallace town,
To Fingask of Dundas; thence passing down
Unto the Rynd, as martial men we fare;
What life man's heart could wish more void of care?
Passing the river Earn, on the other side,
Drilling our sojers, vulgars were afraid.
Written In Juice Of Lemon
© Abraham Cowley
Whilst what I write I do not see,
I dare thus, ev'n to you, write poetry.
Ah, foolish Muse! which dost so high aspire,
And know'st her judgment well,
How much it does thy power excel,
Yet dar'st be read by, thy just doom, the fire.
Getting Stout
© William Henry Drummond
Eighteen, an' face lak de--w'ats de good?
Deres no use tryin' explain
Constancy In Inconstancy
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
An Old Mans Confession
SHE has a large still heart--this lady of mine,
(Not mine, i'faith! nor would I that she were
She walks this world of ours like Grecian nymph,
An Evening Song
© Frances Anne Kemble
Good night, love!
May heaven's brightest stars watch over thee!
Pandora (For a Picture)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
WHAT of the end, Pandora? Was it thine,
The deed that set these fiery pinions free?
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Thus it began with laughter. But anon
The ox--eyed queen, who had resumed by rote
The tale of her perfections one by one,
Turned by some ominous chance towards the spot
Goodbye In Fear, Goodbye In Sorrow,
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Goodbye in fear, goodbye in sorrow,
Goodbye, and all in vain,
Prothalamion
© Horace Smith
Go, like St. Simon, on your lonely tower,
Wish to make all men good, but want the power.
Freedom you'll have, but still will lack the thrall,--
The bond of sympathy, which binds us all.
Children and wives are hostages to fame,
But aids and helps in every useful aim.
Accountability
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits;
Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made de bobtails fu' de rabbits.
Him dat built de gread big mountains hollered out de little valleys,
Him dat made de streets an' driveways wasn't shamed to make de alleys.
To One in Grief
© Katharine Tynan
SIMON the Cyrenean bore
The Cross of Christ up Calvary Hill.
Blessed be Simon's lot before
Honour and ease and world's good-will
You,--you would choose his lot above
All gifts and glories, yea, all love!
Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The First
© Francis Thompson
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,
The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.
Warning
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Virtue is Virtue, writ in ink or blood.
And Duty, Honour, Valour, are the same
Curiosity
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
MAMMY'S in de kitchen, an' de do' is shet;
All de pickaninnies climb an' tug an' sweat,
Spectator ab Extra
© Arthur Hugh Clough
As I sat in the Café I said to myself,
They may talk as they please about what they call pelf,
They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking,
But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking
How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!
How pleasant it is to have money.
Come Unto Me
© George MacDonald
Come unto me, the Master says:-
But how? I am not good;
No thankful song my heart will raise,
Nor even wish it could.
The Precocious Baby - a Very True Tale
© William Schwenck Gilbert
An elderly person - a prophet by trade -
With his quips and tips
Departure
© Henry Van Dyke
Oh, why are you shining so bright, big Sun,
And why is the garden so gay?
