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A Third Letter From B. Sawin, Esq.

© James Russell Lowell

I spose you recollect thet I explained my gennle views

In the last billet thet I writ, 'way down frum Veery Cruze,

Thoughtlessness

© Edgar Albert Guest

A little bit of hatred can spoil a score of years

And blur the eyes that ought to smile with many needless tears.

"Waar Tebes In Die Stil Woestyn"

© Eugene Marais

Daar sou ek vrede weer besef
Waar Tebes in die stil woestyn
Sy magtig' rotswerk hoog verhef
En Mara in die sand verdwyn;

Parable For A Certain Virgin

© Dorothy Parker

Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine;
Refresh your recollection,
And sit a moment, to define
His means of self-protection.

The Looking-Glass. : on Mrs. Pulteney

© Alexander Pope

With scornful mien, and various toss of air,

Fantastic vain, and insolently fair,

To A Light Housekeeper

© Franklin Pierce Adams

These I mutely stand for
Though the sight offend,
THIS I reprimand for;
Take it from a friend:

Aurora Leigh: Book Eighth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

In my ears
The sound of waters. There he stood, my king!

And The Rains Descended And The Floods Came

NOW the far waves roll nearer and more near,
The wind's awake, the pitiless wind's awake,
It shrieks the menace that I dare not hear,
Soon at my feet the angry waves will break
In desolating wrath--and here I stand
Helpless my house is built upon the sand.

Elinoure And Juga

© Thomas Chatterton

ONNE Ruddeborne bank twa pynynge Maydens sate,

Theire teares faste dryppeynge to the waterre cleere;

Mener du, at den har lykken fat,

© Peter Andreas Heiberg

Mener du, at den har lykken fat,

som i sin Haand holder snese Rigers Tømmer?

Paradise Lost : Book VIII.

© John Milton

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear

So charming left his voice, that he a while

A Plea

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Writers of baseball, attention!

When you're again on the job--

Idyll XXII. The Sons of Leda

© Theocritus

He spoke, and clutched a hollow shell, and blew
His clarion. Straightway to the shadowy pine
Clustering they came, as loud it pealed and long,
Bebrycia's bearded sons; and Castor too,
The peerless in the lists, went forth and called
From the Magnesian ship the Heroes all.

The Lady of the Lake: Canto I. - The Chase

Introduction.

Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung

To A Child Of Quality, Five Years Old. The Author Then Forty

Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band
That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters,
Were summoned by her high command
To show their passions by their letters.