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If I Ever Marry, I'll Marry A Maid

© Anonymous

If ever I marry, I'll marry a maid;To marry a widow, I am sore afraid:For maids they are simple, and never will grutch,But widows full oft, as they say, know too much.

If all the World were Paper

© Anonymous

If all the world were paper, And all the sea were ink;If all the trees were bread and cheese, How should we do for drink?

God Save The King

© Anonymous

God save great George our king Long live our noble king, God save the king.Send him victorious,Happy and glorious,Long to reign over us, God save the king.

For Christmas Day in the Morning

© Anonymous

The first Nowell the Angel did sayWas to three poor Shepherds in the fields as they lay;In fields where they lay keeping their sheepIn a cold winter's night that was so deep

Eternal Time, that Wastest Without Waste

Eternal Time, that wastest without waste, That art and art not, diest, and livest still;Most slow of all, and yet of greatest haste; Both ill and good, and neither good nor ill: How can I justly praise thee, or dispraise? Dark are thy nights, but bright and clear thy days

A Book and a Jug and a Dame

© Anonymous

A book and a jug and a dame,And a nice cozy nook for the same; "And I don't care a damn," Said Omar Khayyam,"What you say, it's a great little game."

Beowulf

© Anonymous

Hwæt

The Old Timer

© Anderson Robert Thompson

Far, far across the rolling swale, I've watched the bison pass;I've seen the lonely prairie trail Wind thro' the rustling grass;I've felt the cool winds sweep the plain Where Nature's hand is free;But now they break o'er leagues of grain, Like ripples o'er the sea

An A B C, for Baby Patriots

© Ames Mary Frances Leslie

A is the Army That dies for the Queen;It's the very best Army That ever was seen,

Hymn XIII. [Book I]

© Alline Henry

I.Death reign'd with vigour since the Fall, And rides with fury still;Nor rich nor poor, nor great nor small, Can e'er resist his will.

Hymn LII [Book I]

© Alline Henry

Maker of Heaven and Earth

© Cecil Frances Alexander

All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small,All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.

The Albatross

© Aggeler William F.

Often, to amuse themselves, the men of a crewCatch albatrosses, those vast sea birdsThat indolently follow a shipAs it glides over the deep, briny sea.

Ode

© Joseph Addison

The spacious firmament on high,With all the blue ethereal sky,And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,Their great original proclaim:Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day,Does his Creator's power display,And publishes to every landThe work of an Almighty Hand

The Campaign

While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,Proud in their number to enroll your name;While emperors to you commit their cause,And Anna's praises crown the vast applause,Accept, great leader, what the muse indites,That in ambitious verse records your fights,Fir'd and transported with a theme so new:Ten thousand wonders op'ning to my viewShine forth at once, sieges and storms appear,And wars and conquests fill th' important year,Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain;An Iliad rising out of one campaign

An Account of the Greatest English Poets (complete)

Since, dearest Harry, you will needs requestA short account of all the muse possess'd;That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's times,Have spent their noble rage in British rhymes;Without more preface, wrote in formal length,To speak the undertaker's want of strength,I'll try to make their sev'ral beauties known,And show their verses' worth, though not my own

The Wants of Man

Man wants but little here below,Nor wants that little long. -- Goldsmith's Hermit

A Psalm of Freudian Life

Tell me not in mormonful numbers "Life is but an empty dream!"To a student of the slumbers Things are never what they seem.

David

© Earle Birney

IDavid and I that summer cut trails on the Survey,All week in the valley for wages, in air that was steepedIn the wail of mosquitoes, but over the sunalive weekendsWe climbed, to get from the ruck of the camp, the surly

Poker, the wrangling, the snoring under the fetidTents, and because we had joy in our lengthening coltishMuscles, and mountains for David were made to see over,Stairs from the valleys and steps to the sun's retreats