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Kate of Kenmare

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Oh! many bright eyes full of goodness and gladness,

Where the pure soul looks out, and the heart loves to shine,

Epitaph on her Son H. P.

© Katherine Philips

WHat on Earth deserves our trust ?
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Long we gathering are with pain,
What one moment calls again.

Why Washington Retreated

© Ellis Parker Butler

1775Said Congress to George Washington:
To set this country free,
Youll have to whip the Britishers
And chase them oer the sea.

To Lovers

© Ellis Parker Butler

Ho, ye lovers, list to me;
Warning words have I for thee:
Give ye heed, hefore ye wed,
To this thing Sir Chaucer said:

The Final Tax

© Ellis Parker Butler

Said Statesman A to Statesman Z:
What can we tax that is not paying?
Were taxing every blessed thing
Heres what our people are defraying:

The Charge of the Second Iowa Cavalry

© Ellis Parker Butler

Comrades, many a year and day
Have fled since that glorious 9th of May
When we made the charge at Farmington.
But until our days on earth are done

The Tempters

© Edgar Albert Guest

EVERY gentle breeze that's blowing is a tempter very knowing,

For it penetrates my armor in its weakest, thinnest spot;

Well, eight months ago one clear cold day,
I took a ramble up Broadway,
And with my hands behind my back
I strolled along on the streetcar track
(I walked on the track, for walking there
Gives one, I think, a distinguished air.)

Bird Nesting

© Ellis Parker Butler

O wonderful! In sport we climbed the tree,
Eager and laughing, as in all our play,
To see the eggs where, in the nest, they lay,
But silent fell before the mystery.

Union In Disseverance

unset worn to its last vermilion he;
She that star overhead in slow descent:
That white star with the front of angel she;
He undone in his rays of glory spent

The Round Table or, King Arthur's Feast

His speech was cut short by a general dismay;
For William the Second had fainted away,
At the smell of some New Forest venison before him;
But a tweak on the nose, Arthur said, would restore him.

The Happy Husband

Oft, oft, methinks, the while with thee
I breathe, as from the heart, thy dear
And dedicated bame, I hear
A promise and a mystery,
A pledge of more than passing life,
Yea, in that very name of wife!

To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor

All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow'r,
Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more!
Of scenes terrestrial how the glories fly,
Forget their splendors, and submit to die!