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His name was Kelly Ingram; he was Alabama's son,
And he whistled "Yankee Doodle," as he stood beside his gun;
There was laughter in his make-up, there was manhood in his face,
And he knew the best traditions and the courage of his race;
Now there's not a heart among us but should swell with loyal pride
When he thinks of Kelly Ingram and the splendid way he died.

Epilogue

© Edgar Lee Masters

You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.

The Sweet Little Man

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Now, while our soldiers are fighting our battles,
Each at his post to do all that he can,
Down among rebels and contraband chattels,
What are you doing, my sweet little man?

Reply To The Above, By F.W.F.

© James Clerk Maxwell

"Te quoque vatem dicunt pastores."VIRGIL.

San Stefano

© Sir Henry Newbolt

She'd a right fighting company, three hundred men and more,
Nine and forty guns in tackle running free;
And they cheered her from the shore for her colours at the fore,
When the bold _Menelaus_ put to sea.

The Tower of Doctrine - (from the History of Graunde Amoure)

© Stephen Hawes

That treated well of a ful noble story,
Of the doubty waye to the tower perillous;
Howe a noble knyght should wynne the victory
Of many a serpente foule and odious:
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The Dunciad: Book III.

© Alexander Pope

But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd,

On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd.

Deism

© Phillis Wheatley

Must Ethiopians be employ'd for you?

Much I rejoice if any good I do.

The Little Left Hand - Act III

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Interior of a Church--Davis, Bradshaw, and others.
Davis. The sword of the Lord and the sword of Gideon!
It was good To see the red--coats run before our multitude.
We broke them by sheer numbers--

The Poet's Apology

© Aristophanes

Our poet has never as yet

Esteemed it proper or fit

The Auld Wife

© Charles Stuart Calverley

PART I

The auld wife sat at her ivied door,

The Wail Of The Waiter

© Marcus Clarke

All day long, at Scott's or Menzies', I await the gorging crowd,

Panting, penned within a pantry, with the blowflies humming loud,

Semper Fidelis

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

THINK you, had we two lost fealty, something would not, as I sit
With this book upon my lap here, come and overshadow it?
Hide with spectral mists the pages, under each familiar leaf
Lurk, and clutch my hand that turns it with the icy clutch of grief?

Merlin And Vivien

A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay.

Description Of A Lost Friend

FROM THE MORNING POST.
LOST--near the 'Change in the city,
(I saw there a girl that seemed pretty)
'Joe Steel,' a short, cross-looking varlet,

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floor.
Here his poor bird th' inhuman Cocker brings,
Arms his hard heel and clips his golden wings;
With spicy food th' impatient spirit feeds,
And shouts and curses as the battle bleeds.
Struck through the brain, deprived of both his

The Harvest

You reap a heavier harvest than you know.
Disnaturing a nation, you have thieved
Her name, her patient genius, while you thought
To fool the world and master it. You sought
Reality. It comes in hate and woe.
In the end you also shall not be deceived.