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Three Jolly Huntsmen

© Jessie Pope

Three jolly, old huntsmen, Joe, Jerry, Jim,
Took lunch at "The Three Cornered Hat";
Now Jerry was lanky, but Joe wasn't slim,
And Jim was delightfully fat.

Ode to Joy

© Anonymous

Would he purge his soul from vileness
And attain to light and worth,
He must turn and cling forever
To his ancient Mother Earth.

Stellas Birth-Day. 1724-5

© Jonathan Swift

As when a beauteous nymph decays,
We say she's past her dancing days;
So poets lose their feet by time,
And can no longer dance in rhyme.

Song

© Arthur Symons

O why is it that a curl

Or the eyelash of a girl,

The Golden Legend: V. A Covered Bridge At Lucerne

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

_Prince Henry_ The grim musician
Leads all men through the mazes of that dance,
To different sounds in different measures moving;
Sometimes he plays a lute, sometimes a drum,
To tempt or terrify.

The Social Plan

© Stephen Leacock

So I have got a Social Plan
To take him by the Neck,
And lock him in a Luggage van
And tie on it a check,
Marked MOSCOW VIA TURKESTAN,
Now, how's that for a Social Plan?

The Grand Question Debated: Whether Hamiltons Bawn Should Be Turned Into A Barrack Or Malt-House

© Jonathan Swift

Thus spoke to my lady the knight full of care,
"Let me have your advice in a weighty affair.
This Hamilton's bawn, while it sticks in my hand
I lose by the house what I get by the land;

The Beggars Castle

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Those ruins took my thoughts away
To a far eastern land;
Like camels, in a herd they lay
Upon the dull red sand;
I know not that I ever sate
Within a place so desolate.

When first my lines of heav'nly joyes made mention,
Such was their lustre, they did so excell,
That I sought out quaint words and trim invention;
My thoughts began to burnish, sprout, and swell,
Curling with metaphors a plain intention,
Decking the sense, as if it were to sell.

Paradise Regain'd : Book I.

© John Milton

I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung
By one man's disobedience lost, now sing
Recovered Paradise to all mankind,

The Four Seasons : Summer

© James Thomson

From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
He comes attended by the sultry Hours,

A Lay Of St. Nicholas

© Richard Harris Barham

Lord Abbot! Lord Abbot! I'd fain confess;
I am a-weary, and worn with woe;
Many a grief doth my heart oppress,
And haunt me whithersoever I go!'

Death The Mexican Revolutionary

© Anthony Evan Hecht

Wines of the great châteaux

Have been uncorked for you;

Horatius

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

A Lay Made About the Year Of The City CCCLX

I.

Unsated Memory

Emerging from deep sleep my eyes unseal
To a pursuing strangeness. O to be
Where but a moment past I was, though where
The place, the time I know not, only feel
Far from this banished and so shrunken me,
Struck conscious to the alien dawn's blank peer!

Prometheus

I.
Titan! to whose immortal eyes
The sufferings of mortality,
Seen in their sad reality,

The Troubadour. Canto 3

But sadness moved him when he gave
DE VALENCE to his lowly grave,--
The grave where the wild flowers were sleeping,
And one pale olive-tree was weeping,--
And placed the rude stone cross to show
A Christian hero lay below.