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A Rainy Day On The Farm
© Aristophanes
How sweet it is to see the new-sown cornfield fresh and even,
With blades just springing from the soil that only ask a shower
Introduction: The Bad Child's Book of Beasts
© Hilaire Belloc
I call you bad, my little child,
Upon the title page,
Because a manner rude and wild
Is common at your age.
To The Supreme Being From The Italian Of Michael Angelo
© William Wordsworth
THE prayers I make will then be sweet indeed
If Thou the spirit give by which I pray:
My unassisted heart is barren clay,
That of its native self can nothing feed:
Autumns Warnings
© Augusta Davies Webster
SOFT voices of the woods, that make
The summer air a harmony,
Brother Wind
© Alice Guerin Crist
Who wafts from scarce-stirred lily beds
Incense of early purity,
Or wakes to life our laggard souls
With stinging fragrance of the sea.
Saint Cloud
© Sir Walter Scott
Soft spread the southern sumer night
Her veil of darksome blue;
Ten thousand stars combined to light
The terrace of Saint Cloud.
Book Of the Parsees - The Bequest Of The Ancient Persian Faith
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
BRETHREN, what bequest to you should come
From the lowly poor man, going home,
Whom ye younger ones with patience tended,
Whose last days ye honour'd and defended?
To E.S. Salomon
© Ambrose Bierce
What! Salomon! such words from you,
Who call yourself a soldier? Well,
The Southern brother where he fell
Slept all your base oration through.
Is It Best?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
O mother who sips sweetened liquors!
Look down at the child on your breast;
The Lady's Looking-Glass
© Matthew Prior
Shipwreck'd, in vain to Land I make;
While Love and Fate still drive Me back:
Forc'd to doat on Thee thy own Way,
I chide Thee first, and then obey:
Wretched when from Thee, vex'd when nigh,
I with Thee, or without Thee, die.
Australia Infelix
© William Gay
HOW long, O Lord, shall this, my country, be
A nation of the dead? How long shall they
Of The Nature Of Things: Book VI - Part 04 - The Plague Athens
© Lucretius
'Twas such a manner of disease, 'twas such
Mortal miasma in Cecropian lands
The Rhymers Reply. Incense And Splendor
© Vachel Lindsay
Incense and Splendor haunt me as I go.
Though my good works have been, alas, too few,
On An Old Sepuchral Bas-Relief
© Giacomo Leopardi
WHERE IS SEEN A YOUNG MAIDEN, DEAD, IN THE ACT OF DEPARTING,
TAKING LEAVE OF HER FAMILY.
The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816
© William Wordsworth
I
HAIL, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night!
Thou that canst shed the bliss of gratitude
On hearts howe'er insensible or rude;
The Junk and the Dhow
© Rudyard Kipling
Once a pair of savages found a stranded tree.
(One-piecee stick -pidgin - two piecee man.
To The Right Honourable John Barber, Esq; Lord Mayor Of London, On Committing One Of My Sons To His
© Mary Barber
To the late King of Britain a Savage was brought,
Which wild in the Woods of Germania was caught.
This Present so princely was train'd up with Care;
And knew how to eat, and to jump, and to stare;
The Beaux, and the Belles, beheld it with Joy;
And at Court the high Mode was to see the Wild Boy.
Amours De Voyage, Canto V
© Arthur Hugh Clough
Pisa, they say they think, and so I follow to Pisa,
Hither and thither inquiring. I weary of making inquiries.
I am ashamed, I declare, of asking people about it.-
Who are your friends? You said you had friends who would certainly know them.
The Ride
© Madison Julius Cawein
She rode o'er hill, she rode o'er plain,
She rode by fields of barley,
By morning-glories filled with rain,
And beechen branches gnarly.
Our Fathers of Old
© Rudyard Kipling
Excellent herbs had our fathers of old-
Excellent herbs to ease their pain-
