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Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth
© Ovid
The End of the Thirteenth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
A Little Dog
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"And why are you abusing God, and praising
With mock effacement
And false abasement
Your own heart's kindness, deeming it amazing
That you should do this duty for my sake,
Song of the Driftweed
© Jessie Mackay
HERES to the home that was never, never ours!
Toast it full and fairly when the winter lowers.
Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight
Had drawn their armies near upon the hills
No Boy Knows
© James Whitcomb Riley
There are many things that boys may know--
Why this and that are thus and so,--
The Mantle Of St. John De Matha. A Legend Of "The Red, White, And Blue," A. D. 1154-1864
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A STRONG and mighty Angel,
Calm, terrible, and bright,
The cross in blended red and blue
Upon his mantle white!
From an Outpost
© Leslie Coulson
I've tramped South England up and down
Down Dorset way, down Devon way,
The Widow With The Two Mites
© George MacDonald
Here much and little shift and change,
With scale of need and time;
There more and less have meanings strange,
Which the world cannot rime.
To Sir Henry Goodyere
© John Donne
WHO makes the last a pattern for next year,
Turns no new leaf, but still the same things reads ;
Seen things he sees again, heard things doth hear,
And makes his life but like a pair of beads.
Written in London. September, 1802
© William Wordsworth
O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
The Larks Nest
© Charlotte Turner Smith
"TRUST only to thyself;" the maxim's sound;
For, tho' life's choicest blessing be a friend,
Hero And Leander. The Fifth Sestiad
© George Chapman
Now was bright Hero weary of the day,
Thought an Olympiad in Leander's stay.
As Ireland Wore the Green
© Henry Lawson
BY RIGHT of birth in southern land I send my warning forth.
I see my country ruined by the wrongs that damned the North.
And shall I stand with fireless eyes and still and silent mouth
While Mammon builds his Londons on the fair fields of the South?
Under The Willows
© James Russell Lowell
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,
Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,
Sirmione
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Give me your hand, Beloved! I cannot see;
So close from shadowy--branching tree to tree
Dark leaves hang over us. How vast and still
Night sleeps! and yet a murmur, a low thrill,
A propos d'Horace
© Victor Marie Hugo
Marchands de grec ! marchands de latin ! cuistres ! dogues!
Philistins ! magisters ! je vous hais, pédagogues !
