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When the Bush Begins to Speak
© Henry Lawson
They know us not in England yet, their pens are overbold;
We're seen in fancy pictures that are fifty years too old.
Mama I'll Sing One For You
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I've sung my songs on dusty roads and dirty city sidewalks
To sweatin' hard eyed brakemen, in the rail yards I rolled through
I've sung in blue wall papered rooms to girls I played at lovin'
Now Mama
I'll sing one song for you
Accolon Of Gaul: Prelude
© Madison Julius Cawein
Why, dreams from dreams in dreams remembered! naught
Save this, alas! that once it seemed I thought
The Corn Song
© John Greenleaf Whittier
We better love the hardy gift
Our rugged vales bestow,
To cheer us when the storm shall drift
Our harvest-fields with snow.
The Lighthouse
© Katharine Lee Bates
IN seas far north, day after day
We leaned upon the rail, engrossed
Of Imputed Righteousness
© John Bunyan
Now, if thou wouldst inherit righteousness,
And so sanctification possess
The Earth
© Jones Very
I would lie low, the ground on which men tread,
Swept by Thy spirit like the wind of heaven;
Life Is A Dream - Act I
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
THIS TRANSLATION
INTO ENGLISH IMITATIVE VERSE
OF
CALDERON'S MOST FAMOUS DRAMA,
Belshazzar. A Sacred Drama
© Hannah More
Persons of the Drama :--
Belshazzar, King of Babylon.
Nitocris, the Queen-Mother.
Courtiers, Astrologers, Parasites.
Daniel, the Jewish Prophet.
Captive Jews, &c. &c.
The Marshes of Glynn
© Sidney Lanier
Beautiful glooms, soft dusks in the noon-day fire, --
Wildwood privacies, closets of lone desire,
Chamber from chamber parted with wavering arras of leaves, --
Cells for the passionate pleasure of prayer to the soul that grieves,
Pure with a sense of the passing of saints through the wood,
Cool for the dutiful weighing of ill with good; --
On The Death Of A Child
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Sweet flower! with flowers I strew thy narrow bed!
Sweets to the sweet! Farewell! ~ Shakespeare.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter XII - The Book And The Ring
© Robert Browning
HERE were the end, had anything an end:
Thus, lit and launched, up and up roared and soared
Norman and Saxon
© Rudyard Kipling
My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you will be heir
To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for my share
When we conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is.
But before you go over to rule it I want you to understand this:
Black Mousquetaire: A Legend Of France
© Richard Harris Barham
No triumphs flush that haughty brow,-
No proud exulting look is there,-
His eagle glance is humbled now,
As, earthward bent, in anxious care
It seeks the form whose stalwart pride
But yester-morn was by his side!
Traditionary Version
© Andrew Lang
As I came in by Dunidier,
An doun by Netherha,
There was fifty thousand Hielanmen
A marching to Harlaw.
(Chorus) Wi a dree dree dradie drumtie dree.
Book Fourth [Summer Vacation]
© William Wordsworth
BRIGHT was the summer's noon when quickening steps
Followed each other till a dreary moor
