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Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto I
© Samuel Butler
But she, who well enough knew what
(Before he spoke) he would be at,
Pretended not to apprehend
The mystery of what he mean'd;.
And therefore wish'd him to expound
His dark expressions, less profound.
The Gathering of the Brown-Eyed
© Henry Lawson
THE BROWN EYES came from Asia, where all mystery is true,
Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, and blue;
And the Brown Eyes came to Egypt, which is called the gypsies home,
And the Brown Eyes went from Egypt and Jerusalem to Rome.
The Columbiad: Book IV
© Joel Barlow
Yet must we mark, the bondage of the mind
Spreads deeper glooms, and subj ugates mankind;
The zealots fierce, whom local creeds enrage,
In holy feuds perpetual combat wage,
Support all crimes by full indulgence given,
Usurp the power and wield the sword of heaven,
Spirit And Star.
© James Brunton Stephens
THROUGH the bleak cold voids, through the wilds of space,
Trackless and starless, forgotten of grace,
Had I the Choice
© Walt Whitman
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
The Enchanted Mirror
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Lords, ladies, gazed! the prospect pleased them well;
"Ah, heavens!" they sighed, "how irresistible!"
E'en the coarse hag, foul, wrinkled, and unclean,
Beamed like a blushing virgin of sixteen.
Hymn XXIII: Extended on a Cursed Tree
© Charles Wesley
Extended on a cursed tree,
Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood,
See there, the king of glory see!
Sinks and expires the Son of God.
In Sleep
© Richard Francis Burton
NOT drowsihood and dreams and mere idless,
Nor yet the blessedness of strength regained,
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part VI.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.
Dark matrix she, from which the human soul
A Day Of Sunshine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Tale VI
© George Crabbe
need,
For habit told when all things should proceed;
Few their amusements, but when friends appear'd,
They with the world's distress their spirits
Written Afterwards
© Henry Lawson
So the days of my tramping are over,
And the days of my riding are done
The Wan Sun Westers, Faint And Slow
© William Ernest Henley
The wan sun westers, faint and slow;
The eastern distance glimmers gray;
The Cheval-Glass
© Thomas Hardy
Why do you harbour that great cheval-glass
Filling up your narrow room?
You never preen or plume,
Or look in a week at your full-length figure -
Picture of bachelor gloom!
"If I am to know how to restrain your hands"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
If I am to know how to restrain your hands,
If I am to betray the tender, salty lips,
I must wait for daybreak in the dense acropolis.
How I hate those ancient weeping timbers .
Dr. Parnel To Dr. Swift, On His Birth-day, November 30th, MDCCXIII
© Thomas Parnell
Urg'd by the warmth of Friendship's sacred flame,
But more by all the glories of thy fame;
By all those offsprings of thy learned mind,
In judgment solid, as in wit refin'd,
Resolv'd I sing: Tho' lab'ring up the way
To reach my theme, O Swift, accept my lay.
The Seven Sages
© William Butler Yeats
The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke
In Grattan's house.
The Great Conch Train Robbery
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
'Twas sunset down in old Key West
The locals all were high.
