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The Bowge of Courte
© John Skelton
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyne
By radyante hete enryped hath our corne
Irony
© Roderic Quinn
ALL night a great wind blew across the land,
Come fresh from wild and salty seas,
With many voices loud and low
Appealing to the sympathies
To His Mistress
© Ovid
YOUR husband will be with us at the Treat;
May that be the last Supper he shall Eat.
Niggers Leap, New England
© Judith Wright
Did we not know their blood channelled our rivers,
and the black dust our crops ate was their dust?
O all men are one man at last. We should have known
the night that tidied up the cliffs and hid them
had the same question on its tongue for us.
And there they lie that were ourselves writ strange.
Beauty And The Beast
© Charles Lamb
"My Lord, I swear upon my knees,
"I did not mean to harm your trees;
"But a lov'd Daughter, fair as spring,
"Intreated me a Rose to bring;
"O didst thou know, my lord, the Maid!"-
To The Clouds
© Mikhail Lermontov
Clouds--ye eternal wanderers in hunting grounds of air,
High o'er the verdant Steppes, wide through the blue of heaven--
Coursing fraternal,--say, must ye exiled as I
From the beloved North to the far South be driven?
The Disinterred Warrior
© William Cullen Bryant
Gather him to his grave again,
And solemnly and softly lay,
The Road
© Boris Pasternak
Down into the ravine, then forward
Up the embankment to the top,
The ribbon of the road runs snaking
Through wood and field without a stop.
"Hic Vir, Hic Est"
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Often, when o'er tree and turret,
Eve a dying radiance flings,
By that ancient pile I linger
Known familiarly as "King's."
Bound For California
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
With buoyant heart he left his home for that bright wondrous land
Where gold ore gleams in countless mines, and gold dust strews the sand;
And youths dear ties were riven all, for as wild, as vain, a dream
As the meteor false that leads astray the traveller with its gleam.
From Anacreon: 'Twas Now The Hour When Night Had Driven
© George Gordon Byron
'Twas now the hour when Night had driven
Her car half round yon sable heaven;
California City Landscape
© Carl Sandburg
On a mountain-side the real estate agents
Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there.
The Banks Of Wye - Book II
© Robert Bloomfield
Return, my Llewellyn, the glory
That heroes may gain o'er the sea,
Though nations may feel
Their invincible steel,
By falsehood is tarnish'd in story;
Why tarry, Llewellyn, from me?
The Lay Of Christine
© William Morris
TRANSLATED FROM THE ICELANDIC.
Of silk my gear was shapen,
Scarlet they did on me,
Then to the sea-strand was I borne
And laid in a bark of the sea.
O well were I from the World away.
Bonduca
© Beaumont and Fletcher
{Bonduca the British queen, taking occasion from a defeat of the Romans to impeach their valor, is rebuked by Caratac.}
Queen Bonduca, I do not grieve your fortune.
The Race
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
On the hill they are crowding together,
In the stand they are crushing for room,
Like midge-flies they swarm on the heather,
They gather like bees on the broom;
A Canary At The Farm
© James Whitcomb Riley
Folks has be'n to town, and Sahry
Fetched 'er home a pet canary--,
Chapter Heading
© Ernest Hemingway
For we have thought the larger thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devil's tunes,
Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day.
When I Shall Rise
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
But let them come, those dear and lovely ghosts,
In all their human guise and lustihood,
To stand upon that shore and call me home,
Waving their joyful hands as once they stoodAs once they stood!
Bushland
© Arthur Patchett Martin
Not sweeter to the storm-tossed mariner
Is glimpse of home, where wife and children wait
