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When Erin Awakes

© William Percy French

And as of old, our headlands bold
Still front the raging sea,
So may our band united stand,
As fearless and as free.

The Book of Phillip Sparrow

© John Skelton

It was so prety a fole,
It wold syt on a stole,
And lerned after my scole
For to kepe his cut,
With, "Phyllyp, kepe your cut!"

Mute and amazed, I at the broken wall
Lean fearful, lest the sudden, dreadful dawn
For me Diana's awful doom let fall;
And I be cursed with curious Actæon,
Save that you find in me this strong defence
My adoration of your innocence.

Additions: The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's

© Thomas Hardy

She cried, "O pray pity me!" Nought would he hear;
Then with wild rainy eyes she obeyed,
She chid when her Love was for clinking off wi' her.
The pa'son was told, as the season drew near
To throw over pu'pit the names of the peäir
As fitting one flesh to be made.

Gazing Upon Him Now, Severe And Dead

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

She was as one that enters, sly, and proud,
To where her husband speaks before a crowd,
And sees a man she never saw before -
The man who eats his victuals at her side,
Small, and absurd, and hers: for once, not hers, unclassified.

A Scrawl

© James Whitcomb Riley

I want to sing something-- but this is all--
I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull
As though they were damp, and the echoes fall
Limp and unlovable.

The Old Soldier

© Katharine Tynan

Lest the young soldiers be strange in heaven,
God bids the old soldier they all adored
Come to Him and wait for them, clean, new-shriven,
A happy doorkeeper in the House of the Lord.

The Psychological Craze

© Lesbia Harford

I in the library,
Looking for books to read,
Pulled one out twice to see
If it fulfilled my need.

Shakuntala Act 1

© Kalidasa

King Dushyant in a chariot, pursuing an antelope, with a bow and quiver, attended by his Charioteer.
Suta (Charioteer). [Looking at the antelope, and then at the king]
When I cast my eye on that black antelope, and on thee, O king, with thy braced bow, I see before me, as it were, the God Mahésa chasing a hart (male deer), with his bow, named Pináca, braced in his left hand.

On Messrs Hussey and Coffin

© Phillis Wheatley

Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind,

As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind?

Dead- A Prisoner

© Katharine Tynan

He died the loneliest death of all,
Amid his foes he died.
But Someone's leaped the outer wall
And Someone's come inside,
And he has gotten a golden key
To set the lonesome prisoner free.