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The Shepherds Calendar - December-Christmass

© John Clare

Christmass is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
Een want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi a holly bough

Don Juan: Canto The Eleventh

© George Gordon Byron

When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,'

And proved it--'twas no matter what he said:

Against Listening To Slanderers

© Confucius

Like the blueflies buzzing round,
And on the fences lighting,
Are the sons of slander found,
Who never cease their biting.
O thou happy, courteous king,
To the winds their slanders fling.

Georgic 1

© Publius Vergilius Maro

What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star

Maecenas, it is meet to turn the sod

On The Plaza

© Bliss William Carman

One August day I sat beside
A café window open wide
To let the shower-fresh ened air
Blow in across the Plaza, where

The Lady Of La Garaye - Dedication

© Caroline Norton

FRIEND of old days, of suffering, storm, and strife,
Patient and kind through many a wild appeal;
In the arena of thy brilliant life
Never too busy or too cold to feel:

To Mr. John Rouse, Librarian of the University of Oxford. (Translated From Milton)

© William Cowper

Strophe I

My two-fold Book! single in show

Madeleine Vercheres

© William Henry Drummond

I've told you many a tale, my child, of the

old heroic days

Twenty-Second Sunday After Trinity

© John Keble

What liberty so glad and gay,
As where the mountain boy,
Reckless of regions far away,
A prisoner lives in joy?

A Worm Will Turn

© William Schwenck Gilbert

I love a man who'll smile and joke
When with misfortune crowned;
Who'll pun beneath a pauper's yoke,
And as he breaks his daily toke,
Conundrums gay propound.

Let Us Forget

© James Whitcomb Riley

Let us forget. What matters it that we

Once reigned o'er happy realms of long-ago,

Woone Rule

© William Barnes

An' while I zot, wi' thoughtvul mind,

Up where the lwonesome Coombs do wind,

The Angel And The Child. (From Jean Reboul, The Baker Of Nismes)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

An angel with a radiant face,
Above a cradle bent to look,
Seemed his own image there to trace,
As in the waters of a brook.

A Ballad Of Fair Ladies In Revolt

See the sweet women, friend, that lean beneath
The ever-falling fountain of green leaves
Round the white bending stem, and like a wreath
Of our most blushful flower shine trembling through,
To teach philosophers the thirst of thieves:
Is one for me? is one for you?

Till The Wind Gets Right

OH the breeze is blowin' balmy

And the sun is in a haze;

St. Martin's Summer

Though flowers have perished at the touch
Of Frost, the early comer,
I hail the season loved so much,
The good St. Martin's summer.

My Soul And I

When winter shuts a fellow in and turns the lock upon his door,
There's nothing else for him to do but sit and dream his bygones o'er.
And then before an open fire he smokes his pipe, while in the blaze
He seems to see a picture show of all his happy yesterdays.
No ordinary film is that which memory throws upon the screen,
But one in which his hidden soul comes out and can be plainly seen.