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An English Ballad, On The Taking Of Namur, By The King Of Great Britain
© Matthew Prior
Dulce est desipere in loco.
Some Folks are drunk, yet do not know it:
The Princes' Ques -Part the Eighth
© William Watson
Now as it chanced, the day was almost spent
When down the lonely mountain-side he went,
Fragments Of An Unfinished Poem
© James Russell Lowell
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,
And have some reason to surmise that I descend from Adam;
The Norsemen
© John Greenleaf Whittier
GIFT from the cold and silent Past!
A relic to the present cast,
Piety: Or, The Vision
© Thomas Parnell
But still I fear, unwarm'd with holy flame,
I take for truth the flatt'ries of a dream;
And barely wish the wond'rous gift I boast,
And faintly practise what deserves it most.
The Good Craft _Snow Bird_
© Herman Melville
Strenuous need that head-wind be
From purposed voyage that drives at last
The ship, sharp-braced and dogged still,
Beating up against the blast.
Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Herself a rose, who bore the Rose,
She bore the Rose and felt its thorn.
Verses:Intended To Go With A Posset Dish To My Dear Little Goddaughter
© James Russell Lowell
In good old times, which means, you know,
The time men wasted long ago,
A Sweet Pastoral
© Nicholas Breton
Good Muse, rock me asleep
With some sweet harmony;
The weary eye is not to keep
Thy wary company.
Sir Peter Paul Rubens (Antwerp)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Messieurs, le Dieu des peintres: We felt odd:
'Twas Rubens, sculptured. A mean florid church
The Smiling Listener
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
PRECISELY. I see it. You all want to say
That a tear is too sad and a laugh is too gay;
You could stand a faint smile, you could manage a sigh,
But you value your ribs, and you don't want to cry.
How Hop O' My Thumb Got Rid Of An Onus
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
A worthy couple, man and wife,
Dragged on a discontented life:
Naples And Venice
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Thou, who to that lofty terrace, lov'st on summer--eve to go,
Tell me, Poet! what Thou seest,--what Thou hearest, there below!
The Waterwitch
© Anonymous
A neat little packet from Hobart set sail,
For to cruise round the westard amongst the sperm whale;
Cruising the westard where the stormy winds blow,
Bound away in the Waterwitch to the westard well go.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: L
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
What have I done? What gross impiety
Prompted my hand thus against God and good?
Was there not joy on Earth enough for me
William Francis Bartlett
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Oh, well may Essex sit forlorn
Beside her sea-blown shore;
Her well beloved, her noblest born,
Is hers in life no more!
Courage, Courage, Courage!
© Edgar Albert Guest
When the burden grows heavy, and rough is the way,
When you falter and slip, and it isn't your day,
And your best doesn't measure to what is required,
When you know in your heart that you're fast growing tired,
With the odds all against you, there's one thing to do:
That is, call on your courage and see the thing through.
The Remedy
© Harry Kemp
When you've failed with ordered people, when you've sunk neck-deep again
In the sluggish wash and jetsam of the slackened tides of men,
Don't get old and mean and bitter, - there's a primal remedy -
Just take a ship to sea, my lad, just take a ship to sea.
