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Mary Ambree

© Andrew Lang

When captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte,
Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt,
They mustred their souldiers by two and by three,
And the formost in battle was Mary Ambree.

When Morgan crossed the Murray to Peechelba and doom
A sombre silent shadow rode with him through the gloom.
The wild things of the forest slunk from the outlaw's track,
The boobook croaked a warning, "Go back, go back, go back!"
It woke no answering echo in Morgan's blackened soul,
As onward through the darkness he rode towards his goal.

Sonnet XXIX

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

My weary life, that lives unsatisfied

On the foiled off-brink of being e'er but this,

Fragment: There Is A Warm And Gentle Atmosphere

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

There is a warm and gentle atmosphere
About the form of one we love, and thus
As in a tender mist our spirits are
Wrapped in the of that which is to us
The health of lifes own life--

Sonnet XXXIII. Life And Death. 5.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

YET in all facts of sense life stands revealed;
And from a thousand symbols hope may take
Its charter to escape the Stygian lake,
And find existence in an ampler field.

Are You Content?

© William Butler Yeats

I CALL on those that call me son,

Grandson, or great-grandson,

In The Harbour: Becalmed

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Becalmed upon the sea of Thought,
Still unattained the land it sought,
My mind, with loosely-hanging sails,
Lies waiting the auspicious gales.

In Memorium : Adam Lindsay Gordon

© Henry Kendall

AT rest! Hard by the margin of that sea

Whose sounds are mingled with his noble verse,

My Study

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THIS is my world! within these narrow walls,

I own a princely service. The hot care

The First Mocking-Bird In Spring

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WINGED poet of vernal ethers!
Ah! where hast thou lingered long?
I have missed thy passionate, skyward flights
And the trills of thy changeful song.

Z---------'s dream

© Anne Brontë

Unwonted weakness o'er me crept;
I sighed - nay, weaker still - I wept!
Wept, like a woman o'er the deed
I had been proud to do: -
As I had made his bosom bleed;
My own was bleeding too.

Man Who Got No Sign

Ko-we-ha Gemini Jim taw Scorpio Salo
Taw sejno-nej-o-to-kono o-ha-na-shi-te-saw
There was Gemini Jim and Scorpio Sal they was livin' by the Golden Gate
Freezin' their nose and wearin' leather clothes and dealin' every way but straight

Chimes

I.

HONEY-FLOWERS to the honey-comb,

Love And The Muse

STRUCK down by Love in cruel mood,
That I ever met Love I rued,
Bleeding and bruised I lay,
Wet was my face as with the salt sea spray.

Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old

In me no lenten wicks watch out the night;
I am the booth where Folly holds her fair;
Impious no less in ruin than in strength,
When I lie crumbled to the earth at length,
Let you not say, "Upon this reverend site
The righteous groaned and beat their breasts in prayer."