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When Pa Gets Back
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'M allus glad when my Pa gets back
From the shu-shu cars and the railroad track,
The Old Superb
© Sir Henry Newbolt
So Westward ho! for Trinidad, and Eastward ho! for Spain,
And "Ship ahoy!" a hundred times a day;
Round the world if need be, and round the world again,
With a lame duck lagging all the way.
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 19
© William Langland
That thow [have thyn askyng], as the lawe asketh
Omnia sunt tua ad defendendum set non ad deprehendendum.'
The viker hadde fer hoom, and faire took his leeve -
And I awakned therwith, and wroot as me mette.
The People's Admiration For Duke Woo
© Confucius
The black robes well your form befit;
When they are worn we'll make you new.
Rosamond's Song Of Hope
© Robert Bloomfield
Sweet Hope, so oft my childhood's friend,
I will believe thee still,
For thou canst joy with sorrow blend,
Where grief alone would kill.
On a Spanish Cathedral
© Henry Kendall
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,
I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent temple of God!
My Autumn Walk
© William Cullen Bryant
ON woodlands ruddy with autumn
The amber sunshine lies;
I look on the beauty round me,
And tears come into my eyes.
To Cowper
© Anne Brontë
Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard;
And oft, in childhood's years,
I've read them o'er and o'er again,
With floods of silent tears.
The Lanawn Shee
© Francis Ledwidge
Powdered and perfumed the full bee
Winged heavily across the clover,
And where the hills were dim with dew,
Purple and blue the west leaned over.
Gulls
© Virna Sheard
When the mist drives past and the wind blows high,
And the harbour lights are dim--
See where they circle, and dip and fly,
The grey free-lances of wind and sky,
To the water's distant rim!
"`If you were mine, if you were mine"
© Alfred Austin
`If you were mine, if you were mine,
The day would dawn, the stars would shine,
If a Tree could Wander
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Oh, if a tree could wander
and move with foot and wings!
It would not suffer the axe blows
and not the pain of saws!
The Ragwort
© Frances Darwin Cornford
THE thistles on the sandy flats
Are courtiers with crimson hats ;
The ragworts, growing up so straight,
Are emperors who stand in state,
And march about, so proud and bold,
In crowns of fairy-story gold.
The Roman Gravemounds
© Thomas Hardy
By Rome's dim relics there walks a man,
Eyes bent; and he carries a basket and spade;
I guess what impels him to scrape and scan;
Yea, his dreams of that Empire long decayed.
Early Spring
© John Clare
The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too,
The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease;
Tribute To The Memory Of The Rev. Sister The Nativity, Foundress Of The Convent Of Villa Maria
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh, Villa Maria, thrice favored spot,
Unclouded sunshine is still thy lot
Since first, neath thy mortal old,
The spouses of Christworking out Gods will,
Meekly entered, their mission high to fill
Mid the little ones of His fold.
The Assimilation Of The Gypsies
© Larry Levis
In the background, a few shacks & overturned carts
And a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.
And here the crowd of onlookers, though a few of them
Must be intimate with the victim,
The Old Place
© Blanche Edith Baughan
SO the last days come at last, the close of my fifteen year
The end of the hope, an the struggles, an messes Ive put in here.
