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Rotten Row

© Frederick Locker Lampson

I hope I'm fond of much that's good, As well as much that's gay;I'd like the country if I could; I love the Park in May:And when I ride in Rotten Row,I wonder why they call'd it so.

Love

© L'Abbé Sonnet

I try to take onlymy edited selfto public places.

Haenyo Song: Harvest

© L'Abbé Sonnet

We cull the island's most spectacular fields.

McAndrew's Hymn

© Rudyard Kipling

Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,An', taught by time, I tak' it so--exceptin' always Steam

To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed, And a trooper of the Empress, if you please

Endymion

© John Keats

BOOK IIts loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing

Yozgad IV: How like an ocean is existence here

© Julius Stanley de Vere Alexander

Yozgad is situated in a remote and high valley of the Anatolian tableland

A Lament

© Julius Stanley de Vere Alexander

The Broussa evening fades in night;The stars appear serene and bright;Ah! would that they might shed their lightOn you and me together.

And this my hope sits high for time must pass

© Julius Stanley de Vere Alexander

NINETEEN SONNETS(OLD STYLE)

It's a Long Way to Tipperary

© Judge Jack

Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day,As the streets are paved with gold, sure ev'ryone was gay;Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square,Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to them there:

[Chorus] It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go; It's a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square, It's a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart's right there! Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O', Saying, "Should you not receive it, write and let me know!""If I make mistakes in 'spelling,' Molly, dear," said he,"Remember it's the pen that's bad, don't lay the blame on me

Two Poets

© Joussaye Marie

There lived a poet once, a famous bard, Whose muse, arrayed in robes of misty light,Soared high above the common herd of men

My Prayer

Ye who have struggled with me in the strife, Ye who have braved the conflict, fought and bled,My comrades on the battle-field of Life, Deal with me gently after I am dead.