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The Going Of The Battery [Wive's Lament November 2nd 1899]

© Thomas Hardy

O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough -
Light in their loving as soldiers can be -
First to risk choosing them, leave alone losing them
Now, in far battle, beyond the South Sea! . . .

A Conversation At Dawn

© Thomas Hardy

He lay awake, with a harassed air,
And she, in her cloud of loose lank hair,
Seemed trouble-tried
As the dawn drew in on their faces there.

Four horseman rode out from the heart of the range,
Four horseman with aspects forbidding and strange.
They were booted and spurred, they were armed to the teeth,
And they frowned as they looked at the valley beneath,
As forward they rode through the rocks and the fern -
Ned Kelly, Dan Kelly, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne.

Schoolgirls Hastening

© John Shaw Neilson

Fear it has faded and the night:
The bells all peal the hour of nine:
The schoolgirls hastening through the light
Touch the unknowable Divine.

An Epistle To Fleetwood Shephard, Esq.

© Matthew Prior

When crowding folks, with strange ill faces,

Were making legs, and begging places,

The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 10

© William Langland

Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,

That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.

The Muses Threnodie: Seventh Muse

© Henry Adamson

To Moncrieff eastern, then to Wallace town,
To Fingask of Dundas; thence passing down
Unto the Rynd, as martial men we fare;
What life man's heart could wish more void of care?
Passing the river Earn, on the other side,
Drilling our sojers, vulgars were afraid.

Song Of Sardanapalus

© Hume Nisbet

I
'WHAT am I? a God or Man?
Man is God when great and rich
God is man when in the ditch.
Ho, there! servers, fill each can!

Written In Juice Of Lemon

© Abraham Cowley

Whilst what I write I do not see,
I dare thus, ev'n to you, write poetry.
Ah, foolish Muse! which dost so high aspire,
And know'st her judgment well,
How much it does thy power excel,
Yet dar'st be read by, thy just doom, the fire.

Christmas

© Virna Sheard

With all the little children, far and near,
God wot! to-day we'll sing a song of cheer!
To rosy lips and eyes, that know not guile,
We one and all will give back smile for smile;
And for the sake of all the small and gay
We will be children also for to-day.

My Beloved

© Rabia al Basri

My peace, O my brothers and sisters, is my solitude,

And my Beloved is with me always,

Constancy In Inconstancy

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

An Old Mans Confession
SHE has a large still heart--this lady of mine,
(Not mine, i'faith! nor would I that she were
She walks this world of ours like Grecian nymph,

An Evening Song

Good night, love!

May heaven's brightest stars watch over thee!

Rime 43

Harsh is my fortune, but harsher still is the fate
dealt me by my count: he flees from me,
I follow him; others long for me,
I cannot look at another man's face.

The Twenty-Third Psalme

The God of love my shepherd is,
And he that doth me feed:
While he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want or need?

A Child in the Garden

Then just within the gate I saw a child, -
A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;
He held his hands to me, and softly smiled
With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear:
"Come in," he said, "and play awhile with me;"
"I am the little child you used to be."