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How Bateese Came Home
© William Henry Drummond
W'en I was young boy on de farm, dat 's twenty year ago
I have wan frien' he 's leev near me, call Jean Bateese Trudeau
"And These--Are These Indeed The Rnd"
© William Watson
And these-are these indeed the end,
This grinning skull, this heavy loam?
Do all green ways whereby we wend
Lead but to yon ignoble home?
The Journey From School And To School
© Charles Lamb
O what a joyous joyous day
Is that on which we come
At the recess from school away,
Each lad to his own home!
"His heart was in his garden..."
© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman
His heart was in his garden; but his brain
Wandered at will among the fiery stars:
An Epistle To George William Curtis
© James Russell Lowell
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,
Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,
Book First [Introduction-Childhood and School Time]
© William Wordsworth
OH there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that while it fans my cheek
Twenty Years
© Francis Bret Harte
Beg your pardon, old fellow! I think
I was dreaming just now when you spoke.
The fact is, the musical clink
Of the ice on your wine-goblet's brink
A chord of my memory woke.
O Corvo (Portuguese translation of Poe's "Raven")
© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
Em certo dia, à hora
Da meia-noite que apavora,
Eu, caindo de sono e exausto de fadiga,
Ao pé de muita lauda antiga,
The Fens
© John Clare
Among the tawny tasselled reed
The ducks and ducklings float and feed.
With head oft dabbing in the flood
They fish all day the weedy mud,
And tumbler-like are bobbing there,
Heels topsy turvy in the air.
Olympia XI
© Pindar
OLYMPIA Xl-FOR AGESIDAMUS OF THE WESTWIND LOCRIANS:
WINNER IN THE BOYS BOXING MATCH
Eclogue 1: Meliboeus Tityrus
© Publius Vergilius Maro
TITYRUS
Sooner shall light stags, therefore, feed in air,
The seas their fish leave naked on the strand,
Germans and Parthians shift their natural bounds,
And these the Arar, those the Tigris drink,
Than from my heart his face and memory fade.
Verses On Receiving A Flower From His Mistress
© James Thomson
Madam, the flower that I received from you,
Ere I came home, had lost its lovely hue:
As flowers deprived of the genial day,
Its sprightly bloom did wither and decay;
Death
© Rabindranath Tagore
O thou the last fulfilment of life,
Death, my death, come and whisper to me!
Mason And Slidell: A Yankee Idyll
© James Russell Lowell
Wut! they ha'n't hanged 'em?
Then their wits is gone!
Thet's the sure way to make a goose a swan!
Why I Loved You
© Thomas Moore
The world has just begun to steal
Each hope that led me lightly on;
I felt not, as I used to feel,
And life grew dark and love was gone.
Home
© John Le Gay Brereton
"Where shall we dwell?" say you.
Wandering winds reply:
"In a temple with roof of blue
- Under the splendid sky."
The Poor Ghost
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
'Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?'
