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'Tambaroora Jim'
© Henry Lawson
When people said that loafers took the profit from his pub,
Hed ask them how they thought a chap could do without his grub;
Hed say, Ive gone for days myself without a bite or sup
Oh! Ive been through the mill and know what tis to be hard-up.
He might have made his fortune, but he wasnt in the swim,
For no one had a softer heart than Tambaroora Jim.
A Room In The Villa Taverna
© Frances Anne Kemble
Three windows cheerfully poured in the light:
One from the east, where o'er the Sabine hills
Links
© Emma Lazarus
The little and the great are joined in one
By God's great force. The wondrous golden sun
Is linked unto the glow-worm's tiny spark;
The eagle soars to heaven in his flight;
And in those realms of space, all bathed in light,
Soar none except the eagle and the lark.
Book Third [Residence at Cambridge]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a dreary morning when the wheels
Rolled over a wide plain o'erhung with clouds,
And nothing cheered our way till first we saw
The long-roofed chapel of King's College lift
Turrets and pinnacles in answering files,
Extended high above a dusky grove.
A Slight Misunderstanding at the Jasper Gate
© Henry Lawson
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?
The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?
Cloudy Sky
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
And some dry nights she won't come out when she hears him callin'
The tears come streamin' on down his cheeks and that's the rain a fallin'
Don't ya feel it baby hat's the rain a fallin'
Love is just a cloudy sky as far as I can see
And that ol' cloud up in the sky's got as much a chance in love as me
Ecologue I
© Virgil
Tityrus.
Sooner shall light stags, therefore, feed in air,
The seas their fish leave naked on the strand,
Germans and Parthians shift their natural bounds,
And these the Arar, those the Tigris drink,
Than from my heart his face and memory fade.
Truth
© William Cowper
Man, on the dubious waves of error toss'd,
His ship half founder'd, and his compass lost,
Anchored To The Infinite
© Edwin Markham
The builder who first bridged Niagaras gorge,
Before he swung his cable, shore to shore,
Metamorphoses: Book The Fifth
© Ovid
The End of the Fifth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
Dies Irae
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
On that great, that awful day,
This vain world shall pass away.
The Vanguard [11]
© Henry Lawson
The cities were silent, the people were glum,
No sound of a bugle, no tap of a drum;
Our enemies mighty and Parliaments sour,
Our Lands lovers few, and no Man of the Hour.
The Girl turned her nose up (maybe twas before),
And they voted us Cracked when we marched to the war.
The Dunciad: Book IV
© Alexander Pope
She mounts the throne: her head a cloud conceal'd,
In broad effulgence all below reveal'd;
('Tis thus aspiring Dulness ever shines)
Soft on her lap her laureate son reclines.
After-Thought
© William Wordsworth
. I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
As being past away.-Vain sympathies!
The Saint And The Hunchback
© William Butler Yeats
Hunchback. Stand up and lift your hand and bless
A man that finds great bitterness
In thinking of his lost renown.
A Roman Caesar is held down
Under this hump.
Samadhi
© Paramahansa Yogananda
Vanished are the veils of light and shade,
Lifted the vapors of sorrow,
The Description Of Tyburn
© John Taylor
I Have heard sundry men oft times dispute
Of trees, that in one year will twice bear fruit.
But if a man note Tyburn, 'will appear,
That that's a tree that bears twelve times a year.
Anashuya And Vijaya
© William Butler Yeats
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden;
around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, kneeling
