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In a City Garden

© Trumbull Stickney

Yet was this willow here.
It hung as now its olive skeins aloft
Into the sky, then blue and clear,-
And yonder pair of poplar trees

Monody On The Death Of Dr. Warton

© William Lisle Bowles

Oh! I should ill thy generous cares requite

Thou who didst first inspire my timid Muse,

There is but OneThe FreeThe KnowerSelf!
Without a name, without a form or stain.
In Him is Maya dreaming all this dream.
The witness, He appears as nature, soul.
Know thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"

Love

© Fitz-Greene Halleck

……….. The imperial votress passed on
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Midsummer Night's Dream,
Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again?

Hobbie Noble

© Andrew Lang

Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in!
That Liddesdale may safely say:
For in it there was baith meat and drink,
And corn unto our geldings gay.

Narrara Creek

© Henry Kendall

From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,

Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms

Behind The Arras

© Bliss William Carman

I hardly know which room I care for best;
This fronting west,
With the strange hills in view,
Where the great sun goes,where I may go too,
When my lease is through,

Grook About Faith, Love, etc.

© Piet Hein

She gave me hope
she gave me love,
with bounty unalloyed.
But what she had of faith,
alas,
she gave to Freud.

Idyll IV. The Herdsmen

© Theocritus

BATTUS.
Look at that heifer! sure there's naught, save bare bones, left of her.
Pray, does she browse on dewdrops, as doth the grasshopper?

On A Tuft Of Grass

© Emma Lazarus

WEAK, slender blades of tender green,
With little fragrance, little sheen,
What maketh ye so dear to all?
Nor bud, nor flower, nor fruit have ye,
So tiny, it can only be
'Mongst fairies ye are counted tall.

His Ally

© William Rose Benet

He fought for his soul, and the stubborn fighting

Tried hard his strength.

The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto II.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,

Billy of Queensland

© Henry Lawson

QUEENSLAND, he heads his lettersthats all:

The date, and the month, and the year in brief;

Out Of The Hitherwhere

Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon--

The land that the Lord's love rests upon;

Growing Old

© Anonymous

Is it parting with the roundness
Of the smoothly moulded cheek?
Is it losing from the dimples
Half the flashing joy they speak?

Whitsunday

Mother of the sons of God,

Image of the house supernal,

Witchcraft: New Style

The first voice, in that silent crowd, was hers,
Her light snickering laugh, as she stood there
Pausing, scanning the sawdust at her feet.
Then she switcht round and faced the positive man
Whose strong 'She cannot do it!' all still felt
Huskily shouting in their guilty ears.