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Missing title : skey: LA BELLA BONA
© Richard Lovelace
I.
I cannot tell, who loves the skeleton
Of a poor marmoset; nought but boan, boan;
Give me a nakednesse, with her cloath's on.
Winter the Season For the Exercise of Charity
© Eliza Cook
We know 'tis good that old Winter should come,
Roving awhile from his Lapland home;
'Tis fitting that we should hear the sound
Of his reindeer sledge on the slippery ground.
The Journey
© Charles Churchill
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose
All, who, not daring to appear my foes,
The Delights of Mathematics
© Robert Fuller Murray
O Bejants! blessed, beardless men,
Who strive with Euclid in your attics,
For worlds I would not taste again
The deep delights of Mathematics.
Leander To Hero
© Madison Julius Cawein
Brows wan thro' blue-black tresses
Wet with sharp rain and kisses;
Locks loose the sea-wind scatters,
Like torn wings fierce for flight;
Cold brows, whose sadness flatters,
One kiss and then--good-night.
Chorus For Mixed Voices
© Franklin Pierce Adams
(Being a stenographic report of how it sounds from
the piazza when a dozen boat loads go out on the lake
of a summer evening.)
Hang the Man Who Works
© Anonymous
Come listen to my ditty, come listen to me hum,
While I relate a verse or two of the professional bum
Who travels the north, likewise the south, likewise the east and west,
Humming his chuck wherever he goes, and hanging the man who works.
My Namesake
© John Greenleaf Whittier
You scarcely need my tardy thanks,
Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--
A green leaf on your own Green Banks--
The memory of your friend.
After The Thunder
© William Henry Ogilvie
If I'd 'a had two I'd 'a held 'em; but just because I had four,
An' the black colt in for the first time, an' the bay mare lookin' for war,
bhUvini dAsuDanE
© Tyagaraja
caraNam
cAla saukhyamO kaShTamO nEnu jAlijEnditinA sarivArilO
pAlamuncina nITamuncinA padamulE gati tyAgarAjanuta
Since I Have Done My Best
© Edgar Albert Guest
SINCE I have done my best, I do
Not fear the outcome; here I stand
The Turning Of The Babies In The Bed
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Woman's sho' a cur'ous critter, an' dey ain't no doubtin' dat.
She's a mess o' funny capahs f'om huh slippahs to huh hat.
Ef you tries to un'erstan' huh, an' you fails, des' up an' say:
"D' ain't a bit o' use to try to un'erstan' a woman's way."
Absence, Hear Thou my Protestation
© John Hoskins
Absence, hear thou my protestation
Against thy strength,
Distance and length:
Do what thou canst for alteration;
For hearts of truest mettle
Absence doth join, and time doth settle.
De Habitant
© Aristotle
De place I get born, me, is up on de reever
Near foot of de rapide dat's call Cheval Blanc
Beeg mountain behin' it, so high you can't climb it
An' whole place she's mebbe two honder arpent.
The Pilot That Weath'd The Storm
© George Canning
If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep,
The sky, if no longer dark tempests deform;
When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?
No!-Here's to the Pilot who weather'd the storm!
Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh if you read in the papers that she's been seen
A gettin' in an out of some millionare's long custom made limousine
She may fool you with her smile but I can see
That's just her poor hopeless heartless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me
As I Laye A-Dreamynge
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
After T. I.
As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge,
