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Envoys

© Edith Nesbit

BROWN leaves forget the green of May,
The earth forgets the kiss of Spring;
And down our happy woodland way
Gray mists go wandering.

Parisina

© George Gordon Byron

It is the hour when from the boughs

The nightingale's high note is heard;

The Deserted Plantation

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

OH, de grubbin'-hoe's a-rustin' in de co'nah,

An' de plow's a-tumblin' down in de fiel',

Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur (excerpt)

© Alfred Tennyson

Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere,
And whiter than the mist that all day long
Had held the field of battle was the King:

A BALLAD OF THE OLDEN TIME.
Around the castle turrets fiercely moaned the autumn blast,
And within the old lords daughter seemed dying, dying fast;
While oer her couch in frenzied grief the stricken father bent,
And in deep sobs and stifled moans his anguish wild found vent.

The Sleeping City

© George Meredith

A Princess in the eastern tale
Paced thro' a marble city pale,
And saw in ghastly shapes of stone
The sculptured life she breathed alone;

Doing And Making

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I am weary of doing and dating
The day with the thing to be done,
This painful self translating
To a language not my own.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Sicilian's Tale; The Bell of Atri

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

He sold his horses, sold his hawks and hounds,
Rented his vineyards and his garden-grounds,
Kept but one steed, his favorite steed of all,
To starve and shiver in a naked stall,
And day by day sat brooding in his chair,
Devising plans how best to hoard and spare.

Fire Pictures

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

O! THE rolling, rushing fire!
O! the fire!
How it rages, wilder, higher,
Like a hot heart's fierce desire,

Presented To The King, At His Arrival In Holland, After The Discovery Of The Conspiracy. 1696

© Matthew Prior

Britain Her Safety to your Guidance owns,
That She can sep'rate Parricides from Sons;
That, impious Rage disarm'd, She lives and Reigns,
Her Freedom kept by Him, who broke Her Chains.

Epilogue To Lessing's Laocooen

© Matthew Arnold

One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,

My friend and I, by chance we talk'd

Alfred. Book III.

© Henry James Pye

Fix'd on the arid spot, whose scanty bounds
On every side the deep morass surrounds,
The monarch, and his martial friend, with care,
'Gainst close surprise and bold attack prepare;
Exert each art their safety to ensure,
And every pass, with wary eye, secure.

Mostly Slavonic

© Henry Lawson

But they never dreamed, the brainless, boors that used to sneer and scoff,
That the dreamy lad beside themknown as Dutchy Mickyloff
Was a genius and a poet, and a Manno matter which
Was the Czar of all the Russias!Peter Michaelovich.

The Crooked Sixpence

TAKE then back your foolish token,
Since it cannot change like you;
When I feel my heart is broken,
Shall it still proclaim you true?

Toplesstown

Talk about a hit! They're packed in and linin' up
A cover and a minimum--coffee $2 a cup
Lucy's pullin' down a thousand a week with tips and all
Workin' double shifts while startin' to bitch how
Her arches are beginning to fall.

A Fable For Critics

'Why, nothing of consequence, save this attack
On my friend there, behind, by some pitiful hack,
Who thinks every national author a poor one,
That isn't a copy of something that's foreign,
And assaults the American Dick--'