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To Jack

© Henry Lawson

SO, Ive battled it through on my own, Jack,

I have done with all dreaming and doubt.

You ought to be fine for the sake of the folks
Who think you are fine.
If others have faith in you doubly you're bound
To stick to the line.
It's not only on you that dishonor descends:
You can't hurt yourself without hurting your friends.

A Good-Bye

© Edith Nesbit

FAREWELL! How soon unmeasured distance rolls
Its leaden clouds between our parted souls!
How little to each other now are we--
And once how much I dreamed we two might be!
I, who now stand with eyes undimmed and dry
To say good-bye--

Autumn

© Francis Ledwidge

Now leafy winds are blowing cold,
And South by West the sun goes down,
A quiet huddles up the fold
In sheltered corners of the brown.

Reaching the Hermitage

© Li Po

At evening I make it down the mountain.

Keeping company with the moon.

From The Upland To The Sea

© William Morris

Shall we wake one morn of spring,

Glad at heart of everything,

They Shall Not Know

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

When thou art happy, thou dear heart of pleasure,
Because men love thee and the feasts are spread,
And Fortune in thy lap has poured her treasure,
And Spring is there and roses crown thy head,

The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XX: Ellen Orford

© George Crabbe

"No charms she now can boast,"--'tis true,

But other charmers wither too:

Caesar's Wife

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

NAY! swear no more, thou woman whom I called
Star, Empress, Wife! Were Dian's self to lean
From her white altar and with goddess lip
Swear thee as pure as her pale breast divine,
I could not deem thee purer than I know
Thou art indeed.

An Ode - Inscribed To The Memory Of The Hon. Colonel George Villiers

© Matthew Prior

For restless Proserpine for ever treads
In paths unseen, o'er our devoted heads,
And on the spacious land and liquid main
Spreads slow disease, or darts afflictive pain:
Variety of deaths confirms her endless reign.

When I Was A Boy

© Friedrich Hölderlin

All you faithful
friendly gods!
I wish you knew
how my soul loved you!

Unsung

© Nettie Palmer

WHEN shall I make a song for you, my love?

When you are nigh me?

Sonnet - Scottish Border

© James Russell Lowell

As sinks the sun behind yon alien hills

Whose heather-purple slopes, in glory rolled,

Glenfinlas; or, Lord Ronald's Coronach

© Sir Walter Scott

"O hone a rie'! O hone a rie!"
The pride of Albin's line is o'er,
And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree;
We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more!" -

Lovers And A Reflection

In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter
(And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;
Meaning, however, is no great matter)
Where woods are a-tremble with words a-tween.

Feuilles D'Automne

Gather the leaves from the forest
And blow them over the world,
The wind of winter follows
The wind of autumn furled.

Kitchen Poem

In the hungry kitchen
The dog sings for its dinner.
The housewife is writing her poem
On top of the frigidaire
Something like this:

A Zong

O Jenny, don't sobby! vor I shall be true;
Noo might under heaven shall peärt me vrom you.
My heart will be cwold, Jenny, when I do slight
The zwell o' thy bosom, thy eyes' sparklèn light.

The Rwose In The Dark

In zummer, leäte at evenèn tide,
I zot to spend a moonless hour
'Ithin the window, wi' the zide
A-bound wi' rwoses out in flow'r,
Bezide the bow'r, vorsook o' birds,
An' listen'd to my true-love's words.