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How The Babes In The Wood Showed They Couldn't Be Beaten
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
A man of kind and noble mind
Was H. Gustavus Hyde.
'Twould be amiss to add to this
At present, for he died,
In full possession of his senses,
The day before my tale commences.
A Pangyre
© Benjamin Jonson
On the happy entrace of Iames, our Soveraigne, to His first high Session of Parliament in this his Kingdome, the 19 of March, 1603.
Licet toto nunc Helicone frui.
Frithiof's Homestead. (From The Swedish)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Three miles extended around the fields of the homestead, on three sides
Valleys and mountains and hills, but on the fourth side was the ocean.
Ballade On The Mysterious Hosts Of The Forest
© Theodore de Banville
Prince, let us leave the din, the dust, the spite,
The gloom and glare of towns, the plague, the blight;
Amid the forest leaves and fountain spray
There is the mystic home of our delight,
And through the dim wood Dian thrids her way.
Go Away, Death!
© Alfred Austin
Go away, Death!
You have come too soon.
To sunshine and song I but just awaken,
And the dew on my heart is undried and unshaken;
Come back at noon.
The Little Dog
© Jean de La Fontaine
'TWOULD endless prove, and nothing would avail,
Each lover's pain minutely to detail:
Their arts and wiles; enough 'twill be no doubt,
To say the lady's heart was found so stout,
She let them sigh their precious hours away,
And scarcely seemed emotion to betray.
A Border Burn
© Alfred Austin
Where Autumn runnels fret and foam
Past banks of amber fern,
Since track was none I chanced to roam
Along a Border burn.
To The Child Jesus
© Henry Van Dyke
I
THE NATIVITY
Could every time-worn heart but see Thee once again,
A happy human child, among the homes of men,
The age of doubt would pass,the vision of Thy face
Would silently restore the childhood of the race.
Two Pictures
© Roderic Quinn
WE sat by an open window
And hearkened the sounds outside
The call of a lonely night-bird,
And the croon of a making tide.
The Prioresss Tale [from Chaucer]
© William Wordsworth
"Call up him who left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold."
I
Book Tenth {Residence in France continued]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a beautiful and silent day
That overspread the countenance of earth,
In the Holy Nativity of Our Lord God : A Hymn Sung as by the Shepherds
© Richard Crashaw
COME, we shepherds whose blest sight
Hath met Love's noon in Nature's night ;
Come lift up our loftier song,
And wake the sun that lies too long.
Darkness
© George Gordon Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Careless Mathilda
© Ann Taylor
"AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone!
Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?
Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes all lost;
Your housewife here, and there your workbag toss'd.
Transports
© John Le Gay Brereton
Behind us lay the homely shore
With youthful memories aureoled;
A sky of dazzling blue before,
We sailed a sea of molten gold.
Toast to Dayton
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Love of home, sublimest passion
That the human heart can know!
Falling
© James Dickey
Of a virgin sheds the long windsocks of her stockings absurd
Brassiere then feels the girdle required by regulations squirming
Off her: no longer monobuttocked she feels the girdle flutter shake
In her hand and float upward her clothes rising off her ascending
Into cloud and fights away from her head the last sharp dangerous shoe
Like a dumb bird and now will drop in soon now will drop
