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Paradise Lost : Book VI.

© John Milton

All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued,

Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn,

Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood

Nen her old Dran'ma
She think it _is_ little Red Riding Hood,
An' so she say: "Well, come in nen an' make
You'se'f at home," she says, "'cause I'm down sick
In bed, and got the 'ralgia, so's I can't
Dit up an' let ye in."

Names Upon a Stone: (Inscribed to G. L. Fagan, Esq.)

© Henry Kendall

ACROSS bleak widths of broken sea

A fierce north-easter breaks,

Grandmother Tenterden

© Francis Bret Harte

I mind it was but yesterday:
The sun was dim, the air was chill;
Below the town, below the hill,
The sails of my son's ship did fill,--
My Jacob, who was cast away.

Mother Of Exiles

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Ships on far tracks are stemming through the night;
South, east and west by foreign stars they steer;
Another half--world in the sun lies bright;
The darkness and the wind are here.

Whoever Brought Me Here

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

Sunday: New Guinea

© Karl Shapiro

The bugle sounds the measured call to prayers,
The band starts bravely with a clarion hymn,
From every side, singly, in groups, in pairs,
Each to his kind of service comes to worship Him.

Outre Mer

© Henry Kendall

I see, as one in dreaming,

A broad, bright, quiet sea;

What Does The Bee Do?

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

What does the bee do?

Bring home honey.

The Destroyer

© Robert Laurence Binyon

He stands on high in the torch--glare,
With planted feet, with lifted axe.
Behind, a gulf of crimsoned air;
Beneath, the old wall that gapes and cracks.

The Loves of the Angels

© Thomas Moore

Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!

Years After the War In Australia

© Henry Lawson

The Big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free,

And yelled in the slang of the Outside Track: By God, its a Christmas spree!

American Academy Centennial Celebration

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

SIRE, son, and grandson; so the century glides;
Three lives, three strides, three foot-prints in the sand;
Silent as midnight's falling meteor slides
Into the stillness of the far-off land;
How dim the space its little arc has spanned!

In Quest

Have I not voyaged, friend beloved, with thee

On the great waters of the unsounded sea,

There's Whisky In The Jar

© Anonymous

As I was a-crossin' the Abercrombie Mountains,
I met Sir Frederick Pottinger, and his money he was countin'.
I first drew me blunderbuss and then I drew me sabre
Sayin', "Stand and deliver-oh! for I'm your bold decayver."