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La petite souris
© Maurice Rollinat
Crac! la voilà sur la planchette
A deux doigts du frêle ingénu!
Mais le chat noir est survenu:
Elle rentre dans sa cachette,
La petite souris blanchette.
The Old Cumberland Beggar
© William Wordsworth
. I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was seated, by the highway side,
Songe To Aella, Lorde Of The Castel Of Brystowe Ynne Daies Of Yore
© Thomas Chatterton
To JOHNE LADGATE.
WELL thanne, goode Johne, sythe ytt must needes be soe,
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book IV - Dyuta - (The Fatal Dice)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The madness increased, and Yudhishthir staked his brothers, and then
himself, and then the fair Draupadi, and lost! And thus the Emperor
of Indra-prastha and his family were deprived of every possession
on earth, and became the bond-slaves of Duryodhan. The old king
Dhrita-rashtra released them from actual slavery, but the five
brothers retired to forests as homeless exiles.
Porphyrion
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Yet into vacancy the troubled heart
Brings its own fullness: and Porphyrion found
The void a prison, and in the silence chains.
The Conquerors Grave
© William Cullen Bryant
WITHIN this lowly grave a Conqueror lies,
And yet the monument proclaims it not,
Angelina
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When de fiddle gits to singin' out a ol' Vahginny reel,
An' you 'mence to feel a ticklin' in yo' toe an' in yo' heel;
Sonnets Of The Blood III
© Allen Tate
Then, brother, you would never think me vain
Or rude, if I should mention dignity;
Pilgrimage In Search Of Do-Well
© William Langland
Thus y-robed in russet . romed I aboute
Al in a somer seson . for to seke Do-wel;
Lovers And A Reflection
© Charles Stuart Calverley
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.
The Revenge Of Rain-In-The-Face. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In that desolate land and lone,
Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone
Roar down their mountain path,
By their fires the Sioux Chiefs
Muttered their woes and griefs
And the menace of their wrath.
The Loving Shepherdess
© Robinson Jeffers
She dreamed that a two-legged whiff of flame
Rose up from the house gable-peak crying, "Oh! Oh!"
And doubled in the middle and fled away on the wind
Like music above the bee-hives.
Dublin Roads
© Padraic Colum
WHEN you were a lad that lacked a trade,
Oh, many's the thing you'd see on the way
From Kill-o'-the-Grange to Ballybrack,
And from Cabinteely down into Bray,
When you walked these roads the whole of a day.
Satyr I. A Letter To A Friend. On Poets.
© Thomas Parnell
Poets are bound by ye severest rules,
the great ones must be mad, ye little all are fools,
A Boy And Watchmaker
© John Bunyan
This watch my father did on me bestow,
A golden one it is, but 'twill not go,
Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto I
© Samuel Butler
His doublet was of sturdy buff,
And tho' not sword, yet cudgel-proof;
Whereby 'twas fitter for his use,
Who fear'd no blows, but such as bruise.
Valentine Day in Cactus Center
© Arthur Chapman
Things is quiet, here in Cactus, and our bullyvards now lack
The brisk, upliftin' infloo'nce of the forty-five's loud crack;
There's three doctors and some nusses, all the way from San Antone,
And they're patchin' up the leavin's of a Valentine cyclone.
Street Lanterns
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Over the dull earth are thrown
Topaz, and the ruby stone.
The Seven Sisters
© William Wordsworth
Or, The Solitude Of Binnorie
SEVEN Daughter had Lord Archibald,
