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Ancestors
© Cesare Pavese
Stunned by the world, I reached an age
when I threw punches at air and cried to myself.
The Southern Mother's Charge
© Anonymous
You go, my son, to the battle-field
To repel the invading foe;
'Mid its fiercest conflicts never yield
Till death shall lay you low.
The Child's Last Sleep
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou sleepest but when wilt thou wake, fair child?
When the fawn awakes in the forest wild?
"Our Hope."
© James Brunton Stephens
A WIND-BORNE shred of that mysterious scroll
Wherein the secrets of the deep are writ:
Dedication To Lady Windsor
© Alfred Austin
Where violets blue to olives gray
From furrows brown lift laughing eyes,
And silvery Mensola sings its way
Through terraced slopes, nor seeks to stay,
But onward and downward leaps and flies;
Georgic 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;
Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee,
Australian War Song
© Henry Kendall
Men have said that ye were sleeping
Hurl, Australians, back the lie;
Little Minnie
© Julia A Moore
Alone, all alone
In the grave yard she is sleeping,
That little one we loved so well -
God her little soul is keeping,
For he doeth all things well.
Post Mortem.
© Robert Crawford
When I have passed the bourne of ear and eye,
And thou my whereabouts no more canst tell;
When all I am is but a phantasy,
Seen in thy heart, to none else visible:
The Men Who Made Bad Matches
© Henry Lawson
Oh, the men who made bad matches, and the Great Misunderstood,
Are through all the world a mighty and a silent brotherhood.
If a wife is discontented, every other woman knows
But the men who made bad matches keep the cruel secret close.
Love's Reward
© William Morris
It was a knight of the southern land
Rode forth upon the way
When the birds sang sweet on either hand
About the middle of the May.
To The Memory Of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died Dec: 16 -- My Birthday.
© Jane Austen
Angelic Woman! past my power to praise
In Language meet, thy Talents, Temper, mind.
Thy solid Worth, they captivating Grace!-
Thou friend and ornament of Humankind!-
Come Back
© Henry William Herbert
COME back and bring my life again
That went with thee beyond my will!
The Song Of Hiawatha II: The Four Winds
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"
Cried the warriors, cried the old men,
The Wind on the Hills
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Go not to the hills of Erin
When the night winds are about,
Put up your bar and shutter,
And so keep the danger out.
The Peace Of Europe
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"GREAT peace in Europe! Order reigns
From Tiber's hills to Danube's plains!"
So say her kings and priests; so say
The lying prophets of our day.
The Blind Girl Of Castel-Cuille. (From The Gascon of Jasmin)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At the foot of the mountain height
Where is perched Castel Cuille,
When the apple, the plum, and the almond tree
In the plain below were growing white,
This is the song one might perceive
On a Wednesday morn of Saint Joseph's Eve:
The Things They Mustn't Touch
© Edgar Albert Guest
Been down to the art museum an' looked at a thousand things,
The bodies of ancient mummies an' the treasures of ancient kings,
An' some of the walls were lovely, but some of the things weren't much,
But all had a rail around 'em, an' all wore a sign "Don't touch."
