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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE
Ah Love, dear Love. In vain I scoff. In vain
I ply my barren wit, and jest at thee.
Thou heedest not, or dost forgive the pain,
Vields In The Light
© William Barnes
Woone's heart mid leäp wi' thoughts o' jaÿ
In comèn manhood light an' gaÿ
The Wrongs Of Africa: Part The Second
© William Roscoe
FAIR is this fertile spot, which God assign'd
As man's terrestrial home; where every charm
A Second Childhood
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
When all my days are ending
And I have no song to sing,
I think I shall not be too old
To stare at everything;
As I stared once at a nursery door
Or a tall tree and a swing.
The Bell-Founder Part I - Labour And Hope
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
In that land where the heaven-tinted pencil giveth shape to the
splendour of dreams,
Near Florence, the fairest of cities, and Arno, the sweetest of streams,
'Neath those hills whence the race of the Geraldine wandered in ages
The Princes' Quest - Part the Tenth
© William Watson
That night within the City of Youth there stood
Musicians playing to the multitude
Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth
© George Gordon Byron
I now mean to be serious;--it is time,
Since laughter now-a-days is deem'd too serious.
The Miracle Of The Corn
© Padraic Colum
SCENE: The interior of FARDORROUGHA'S house. The door at back R.; the hearth L.; the window R. is only conventionally represented.
What is actually shown is a bin for corn (corn in the sense of any kind of grain, as the word is used in Ireland the breadstuff and the symbol of fertility), shelves with vessels, benches, and a shrine. The bin projects from back C.; the shelves
with vessels are each side of the bin; the shrine is R.; it holds a small statue of the Blessed Virgin, and a rosary of large beads hangs from it; the benches are R. and L. One is at the conventional fireplace, and the other is down from the conventional door.
All the persons concerned in the action are on the scene when it opens, and they remain on the scene. They only enter the action when they go up to where the bin is. Going back to the places they had on the benches takes them out of the action.
On the bench near the hearth sit the people of FARDORROUGHA'S household FARDORROUGHA, SHEILA, PAUDEEN, AISLINN. On the bench near the door sit the strangers three women, one of whom has a child with her, and SHAUN o' THE BOG. The people are dressed in greys and browns, and brown is the colour of the interior. The three women and SHAUN o' THE BOG are poorly dressed; the women are barefooted. PAUDEEN is dressed rudely, and sandals of hide are bound across his feet. FARDORROUGHA,
SHEILA, and AISLINN are comfortably dressed.
Vanitas Vanitatum
© William Makepeace Thackeray
How spake of old the Royal Seer?
(His text is one I love to treat on.)
This life of ours he said is sheer
Mataiotes Mataioteton.
Villion's Ballade Of Good Counsel, To His Friends Of Evil Life
© Andrew Lang
Your clothes, your hose, your broidery,
Your linen that the snow surpasses,
Or ere they're worn, off, off they fly,
'Tis all to taverns and to lasses!
A Very Mournful Ballad On The Siege And Conquest Of Alhama
© George Gordon Byron
I
THE Moorish King rides up and down,
Through Granada's royal town;
From Elvira's gate to those
Of Bivarambla on he goes.
Woe is me, Alhama!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
I think there never was a dearer woman,
A better, kinder, truer than you were,
A gentler spirit more divinely human
The National Anthem
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A monarch is pestered with cares,
Though, no doubt, he can often trepan them;
The Crusader's Return
© Sir Walter Scott
High deeds achieved of knightly fame,
From Palestine the champion came;
The Only Son
© Sir Henry Newbolt
O bitter wind toward the sunset blowing,
What of the dales tonight?
In yonder gray old hall what fires are glowing,
What ring of festal lights?
What The Shutter Said As She Lay By The Fire
© Padraic Colum
I'd never grudge them the weight of their lands
If I had only the good red gold
To huggle between my breast and my hands!
To Henry Halloran
© Henry Kendall
YOU KNOW I left my forest home full loth,
And those weird ways I knew so well and long,
Dishevelled with their sloping sidelong growth
Of twisted thorn and kurrajong.
