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Richard and Kate: A suffolk Ballad
© Robert Bloomfield
'Come, Goody, stop your humdrum wheel,
Sweep up your orts, and get your Hat;
Old joys reviv'd once more I feel,
'Tis Fair-day;--ay, _and more than that._
Troilus And Cresida
© William Wordsworth
FROM CUAUCER
NEXT morning Troilus began to clear
His eyes from sleep, at the first break of day,
And unto Pandarus, his own Brother dear,
Jaspar
© Robert Southey
Jaspar was poor, and want and vice
Had made his heart like stone,
And Jaspar look'd with envious eyes
On riches not his own.
The Find
© Charles Kingsley
Yon sound's neither sheep-bell nor bark,
They're running-they're running, Go hark!
The Portland Election Air/"The Parson And The Suckling Pig"
© William Gay
1. 'Twas in the year of fifty one; the tenth day of September;
The Electors came all in a band, to vote for their first member.
Two candidates were fixed upon, a little while before,
Our worthy Guardian Wilkinson, and Melbourne, Mr Moore.
A Story Of Doom: Book I.
© Jean Ingelow
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee,
My master, unto whom is my desire,
The father of my sons?" He answered her,
"Mother of many children, I have heard
The Voice again." "Ah, me!" she saith, "ah, me!
What spake it?" and with that Niloiya sighed.
At Twilight
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
Was it so long? It seems so brief a while
Since this still hour between the day and dark
Was lightened by a little fellows smile;
Since we were wont to mark
Untitled 1
© Owen Suffolk
I gladly would sing in a joyous strain,
But my heart of its joy is bereft;
California Madrigal
© Francis Bret Harte
Oh, come, my beloved, from thy winter abode,
From thy home on the Yuba, thy ranch overflowed;
For the waters have fallen, the winter has fled,
And the river once more has returned to its bed.
The Wishing Bridge
© John Greenleaf Whittier
AMONG the legends sung or said
Along our rocky shore,
The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead
May well be sung once more.
"The City of Brass"
© Rudyard Kipling
In a land that the sand overlays the ways to her gates are untrod
A multitude ended their days whose gates were made splendid by God,
Till they grew drunk and were smitten with madness and went to their fall,
And of these is a story written: but Allah Alone knoweth all!
O Navio Negreiro Part 1. (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Stamos em pleno mar… Doudo no espaço
Brinca o luar dourada borboleta;
E as vagas após ele correm… cansam
Como turba de infantes inquieta.
When Albani Sang
© William Henry Drummond
Was workin' away on de farm dere, wan
morning not long ago,
A Sweet Lullaby
© Nicholas Breton
Come, little babe; come, silly soul,
Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,
Born, as I doubt, to all our dole
And to thyself unhappy chief:
Sing lullaby, and lap it warm,
Poor soul that thinks no creature harm.
The Parish Register - Part III: Burials
© George Crabbe
drown'd.
"Is this a landsman's love? Be certain then,
"We part for ever!"--and they cried, "Amen!"
His words were truth's:- Some forty summers
Ruans Voyage
© Robert Laurence Binyon
``Fisherman, fisherman, help!'' she cried.
Ruan turned his boat aside
Swiftly in the eddying tide.
The Conqueror's Sleep
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Sleep 'midst thy banners furl'd!
Yes! thou art there, upon thy buckler lying,
With the soft wind unfelt around thee sighing,
Thou chief of hosts, whose trumpet shakes the world!
Sleep while the babe sleeps on its mother's breast-
-Oh! strong is night-for thou too art at rest!
To The Pliocene Skull
© Francis Bret Harte
"Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!
Primal pioneer of pliocene formation,
Hid in lowest drifts below the earliest stratum
Of volcanic tufa!
