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The Ninety and Nine
© Joussaye Marie
"There are Ninety and Nine who must live and die In hunger and want and cold,That one may revel in luxury, Enwrapped in its silken fold,And the one owns houses, and gold, and lands,But the Ninety and Nine have empty hands
My Prayer
© Joussaye Marie
Ye who have struggled with me in the strife, Ye who have braved the conflict, fought and bled,My comrades on the battle-field of Life, Deal with me gently after I am dead.
The Honest Working Man
© Joussaye Marie
As through the world we take our way How oftentimes we hearThe praises sung of wealthy men, Of prince, and duke and peer
London: A Poem, in Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal
© Samuel Johnson
Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel,
Drury-lane Prologue Spoken by Mr. Garrick at the Opening of the Theatre in Drury-Lane, 1747
© Samuel Johnson
When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foesFirst rear'd the stage, immortal Shakespear rose;Each change of many-colour'd life he drew,Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new:Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign,And panting Time toil'd after him in vain:His pow'rful strokes presiding Truth impress'd,And unresisted Passion storm'd the breast
Flint and Feather
© Emily Pauline Johnson
Ojistoh1.2Of him whose name breathes bravery and life1.3And courage to the tribe that calls him chief.1.4I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he1.5Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me.
The Vestal
© Hyde Robin
When all the other hours are drawn and grey,Spent by their little lusts of pride of gain,Sudden, like slim blue slivers of spring rain,Falls down the dusk
An Agnostic Hymn
© Huxley Henrietta Anne Heathorn
Oh! not the unreasoning God for me,Foreseeing, knowing allThat in the wondrous world he madeHis creatures should befall.
Unmanifest Destiny
© Hovey Richard
To what new fates, my country, far And unforeseen of foe or friend,Beneath what unexpected star, Compelled to what unchosen end,
Why do I feel guilty in the lingerie department at The Bay
© Holbrook Susan
After all, I'm a woman, I'm old enough to look casual in here, I'm in my prime, in fact: why not try on a few things, discuss sizes and wires with the clerk like it's nothing, a bit of a chore even, like shopping for sneakers
The Choice
© Hinkson Katharine Tynan
When skies are blue and days are brightA kitchen-garden's my delight,Set round with rows of decent boxAnd blowsy girls of hollyhocks.
Tick! Tick! Tick!
© Herschel John Frederick William
(occasioned by an "irregular ode to an old Clock", by Lady ---)
Lusty Youth should us ensue
© Henry VIII, King of England
Lusty Youth should us ensue,His merry heart shall sure all rue.For whatsoever they do him tell,It is not for him, we know it well.
Double Ballade of the Nothingness of Things
© William Ernest Henley
The big teetotum twirlsAnd epochs wax and waneAs chance subsides or swirls;But of the loss and gainThe sum is always plain
Virgidemiarum: Book I, Satire III
© Joseph Hall
With some pot-fury, ravish'd from their wit,They sit and muse on some no-vulgar writ:As frozen dunghills in a winter's morn,That void of vapours seemed all beforn,Soon as the sun sends out his piercing beams,Exhale out filthy smoke and stinking steams;So doth the base, and the fore-barren brain,Soon as the raging wine begins to reign
Rags and Robes
© Whitney Adeline Dutton Train
"Hark, hark! The dogs do bark;Beggars are coming to town: Some in rags, Some in tags,And some in velvet gowns!"
