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Lexington

© John Greenleaf Whittier

No Berserk thirst of blood had they,
No battle-joy was theirs, who set
Against the alien bayonet
Their homespun breasts in that old day.

Winter

© William Shakespeare

When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,

The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fourth Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno

CIC. I do not believe that he makes a comparison, nor puts as the same
kind the divine and the human mode of comprehending, which are very
diverse, but as to the subject they are the same.

Spring and Winter ii

© William Shakespeare

WHEN icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,

Night

© James Montgomery

Night is the time for rest;
How sweet, when labors close,
To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose,
Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head
Down on our own delightful bed!

Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ---

© William Wordsworth

Mourn, Shepherd, near thy old grey stone;
Thou Angler, by the silent flood;
And mourn when thou art all alone,
Thou Woodman, in the distant wood!

Elizabeth Speaks

© Duncan Campbell Scott

O! there is something I forgot!
Sometimes one little spark burns on
Long after the rest have gone.

Sonnets xvii

© William Shakespeare

O NEVER say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify!
As easy might I from myself depart,
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:

On The University Carrier

© John Milton

Here lies old Hobson, Death hath broke his girt,
And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt,
Or els the ways being foul, twenty to one,
He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.

Sonnets ix

© William Shakespeare

FAREWELL! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.

Soldiers Of Wei Bewail Separation From Their Families

© Confucius

List to the thunder and roll of the drum!
See how we spring and brandish the dart!
Some raise Ts'aou's walls; some do field work at home;
But we to the southward lonely depart.

Flight

© Rupert Brooke

Voices out of the shade that cried,
And long noon in the hot calm places,
And children's play by the wayside,
And country eyes, and quiet faces -
All these were round my steady paces.

Worthy Art Thou, Returning Home

© Walther von der Vogelweide

Worthy art thou, returning home, the bell

For thee should ring, and crowds come gathering round

Fighting hard for fair Victoria, and the mountain and the glen;
(And the Memory of Eurekathere were other tyrants then),
For the glorious Gippsland forests and the Worlds great Singing Star
For the irrigation channels where the cabbage gardens are
Fighting hard.

Italy : 20. Marcolini

It was midnight; the great clock had struck, and was
still echoing through every porch and gallery in the
quarter of St. Mark, when a young Citizen, wrapped
in his cloak, was hastening home under it from an interview

How Do You Buy Your Money?

How do you buy your money? For money is bought and sold,
And each man barters himself on earth for his silver and shining gold,
And by the bargain he makes with men, the sum of his life is told.

The Mother's Son

I have a dream - a dreadful dream -
A dream that is never done.
I watch a man go out of his mind,
And he is My Mother's Son.

Moeurs Contemporaines

© Ezra Pound

And by her left foot, in a basket,
Is an infant, aged about 14 months,
The infant beams at the parent,
The parent re-beams at its offspring.
The basket is lined with satin,
There is a satin-like bow on the harp.