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Little Boatie

© Henry Van Dyke

A Slumber Song For The Fishermans Child

Furl your sail, my little boatie;

Limerick: There was an Old Man of Dundee

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Dundee,
Who frequented the top of a tree;
When disturbed by the crows,
He abruptly arose,
And exclaimed, 'I'll return to Dundee.'

Labor Is Prayer

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

LABORARE est orare:
We, black-visaged sons of toil,
From the coal-mine and the anvil
And the delving of the soil,--

Leaves

© Sara Teasdale

One by one, like leaves from a tree

All my faiths have forsaken me;

Lines On Reading Frank J. Wilstach's

© Franklin Pierce Adams

As neat as wax, as good as new,
As true as steel, as truth is true,
Good as a sermon, keen as hate,
Full as a tick, and fixed as fate-

There are many kinds of love, as many kinds of light,
And every kind of love makes a glory in the night.
There is love that stirs the heart, and love that gives it rest,
But the love that leads life upward is the noblest and the best.

Library Ode

© Philip Larkin

New eyes each year

Find old books here,

Lines Written On The Sunny Side Of Frankfort Street

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Sporting with Amaryllis in the shade,
(I credit Milton in parenthesis),
Among the speculations that she made
Was this:

Limerick: There was a Young Lady Whose Eyes

© Edward Lear

There was a young lady whose eyes,
were unique as to colour and size;
When she opened them wide,
people all turned aside,
and started away in surprise.

Lines For Music (II)

© Frances Anne Kemble

Oh, sunny Love!

Crowned with fresh flowering May,

Little Night

© Paul Celan

Little Night: when you
take me within, within,
up there,
three Pain-Inches above
the Floor:

L'An Trentiesme De Mon Eage

© Archibald MacLeish

And I have come upon this place
By lost ways, by a nod, by words,
By faces, by an old man's face
At Morlaix lifted to the birds,

Lincoln Triumphant

Lincoln is not dead. He lives

In all that pities and forgives.

Light Mist Envelopes the Dim Moon

© Li Yu

Light mist envelopes the dim moon and bright flowers,

A perfect night to go to her darling's side.

Limerick: There was a Young Lady in White

© Edward Lear

There was a Young Lady in White,
Who looked out at the depths of the Night;
But the birds of the air
Filled her heart with despair,
And oppressed that Young Lady in White.

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Ischia,
Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;
He dance hornpipes and jigs,
And ate thousands of figs,
That lively Old Person of Ischia.