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© James Montgomery
There is a land, of every land the pride,
Beloved by heaven, o'er all the world beside;
His Wife And Baby
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
'He sings a plenty things
Just watch him wash his wings!
He says Papa will march to-day with drums home through the city.
Here, birdie, here's my cup.
You drink the milk all up;
I'll kiss you, birdie, now you're washed like baby clean and pretty.'
How the Rhinoceros got His Skin
© Rudyard Kipling
This Uninhabited Island
Is near Cape Gardafui;
But it's hot-too hot-of Suez
For the likes of you and me
Ever to go in a P. & O.
To call on the Cake Parsee.
How The Robin Came
© John Greenleaf Whittier
When next morn the sun's first rays
Glistened on the hemlock sprays,
Straight that lodge the old chief sought,
And boiled sainp and moose meat brought.
"Rise and eat, my son!" he said.
Lo, he found the poor boy dead!
How Can I Keep From Singing?
© Robert Wadsworth Lowry
My life flows on in endless song;
Above earths lamentation
Horatian Lyrics Odes I, 23.
© Eugene Field
Why do you shun me, Chloe, like the fawn,
That, fearful of the breezes and the wood,
Has sought her timorous mother since the dawn
And on the pathless mountain tops has stood?
Hail, Zaragoza! If With Unwet eye
© William Wordsworth
HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye
We can approach, thy sorrow to behold,
Yet is the heart not pitiless nor cold;
Such spectacle demands not tear or sigh.
His Power Bounded, Greater Is His Might
© Thomas Traherne
His Power bounded, greater is in might,
Than if let loose, 'twere wholly infinite.
He Lived at Dingle Bank
© Edward Lear
He lived at Dingle Bank - he did; -
He lived at Dingle Bank;
And in his garden was one Quail,
Four tulips and a Tank:
And from his window he could see
The otion and the River Dee.
Happiness of a Country Life
© James Thomson
Oh! knew he but his happiness, of men
The happiest he, who, far from public rage,
Here's a Bottle
© Robert Burns
Here's a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o' care, man?
Hang the Man Who Works
© Anonymous
Come listen to my ditty, come listen to me hum,
While I relate a verse or two of the professional bum
Who travels the north, likewise the south, likewise the east and west,
Humming his chuck wherever he goes, and hanging the man who works.
High Over The Battling Street
© Robert Laurence Binyon
High over the battling street
I watch the wind blow
In frenzy tearing the plane trees
That are tossing below.
Hermes Trismegistus
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Still through Egypt's desert places
Flows the lordly Nile,
Homage To Quintus Septimus Florentis Christianus
© Ezra Pound
I
(Ex libris Graecæ)
Theodorus will be pleased at my death,
And .someone else will be pleased at the death of Theodoras,
And yet everyone speaks evil of death.
