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In The Evening By The Moonlight

© Bland James A.

In de ebening by de moonlight when dis darkie's work was over,We would gather round de fire, 'till hoecake it was done

Carry me back to old Virginny,There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow,There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring-time,There's where the old darkey's heart am long'd to go,There's where I labored so hard for old massa,Day after day in the field of yellow corn,No place on earth do I love more sincerelyThan old Virginny, the state where I was born

The Four Zoas

© William Blake

Sensation

© Bithell Jethro

In summer evenings blue, pricked by the wheatOn rustic paths the thin grass I shall tread,And feel its freshness underneath my feet,And, dreaming, let the wind bathe my bare head.

To Mr. Barbauld, November 14, 1778

© Anna Lætitia Barbauld

Come, clear thy studious looks awhile, 'T is arrant treason now To wear that moping brow, When I, thy empress, bid thee smile.

To a Little Invisible Being Who is Expected Soon to Become Visible

© Anna Lætitia Barbauld

Germ of new life, whose powers expanding slowFor many a moon their full perfection wait,--Haste, precious pledge of happy love, to goAuspicious borne through life's mysterious gate.

The Caterpillar

© Anna Lætitia Barbauld

No, helpless thing, I cannot harm thee now;Depart in peace, thy little life is safe,For I have scanned thy form with curious eye,Noted the silver line that streaks thy back,The azure and the orange that divideThy velvet sides; thee, houseless wanderer,My garment has enfolded, and my armFelt the light pressure of thy hairy feet;Thou hast curled round my finger; from its tip,Precipitous descent! with stretched out neck,Bending thy head in airy vacancy,This way and that, inquiring, thou hast seemedTo ask protection; now, I cannot kill thee

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.

Beowulf

© Anonymous

Hwæt

At Liberty I Sit and See

© Anonymous

At liberty I sit and see Them, that have erst laugh'd me to scorn,Whipp'd with the whip that scourged me: And now they ban that they were born.

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

Letter No. 1

© Anderson James

Dear Sawney,- I sit doon to writeA screed to you by candle light

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 XII. [Book III]

© Alline Henry

I.Lord I lay me down to rest,Let me lean upon thy breast;Watch my pillow while I sleep,Thou my soul and body keep.

The Flawed Bell

It is bitter and sweet on winter nightsTo listen by the fire that smokes and palpitates,To distant souvenirs that rise up slowlyAt the sound of the chimes that sing in the fog.

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

Glory To God Alone

Oh loved! but not enough--though dearer far
Than self and its most loved enjoyments are;
None duly loves thee, but who, nobly free
From sensual objects, finds his all in thee.