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At Sugar Camp

© Edgar Albert Guest

At Sugar Camp the cook is kind

And laughs the laugh we knew as boys;

Sonnet. "Oh weary, weary world! how full thou art"

© Frances Anne Kemble

Oh weary, weary world! how full thou art

Of sin, of sorrow, and all evil things!

The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale

No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff
First greets the homeward-veering skiff
High o'er the land he saved in vain;
When shall such Hero live again?

The Farmer's Ingle

© Robert Fergusson

Et multo in primis hilarans conviuia Baccho
Ante focum, si frigus erit, (si messis, in umbra,
Vina novum fundam calathis Ariusia nectar)

The Humble Bee

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Burly dozing humblebee!

Where thou art is clime for me.

The Song of Hiawatha X: Hiawatha's Wooing

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman,
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows,
Useless each without the other!"

The Happy Isles

© Eugene Field

Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles
In the golden haze off yonder,
Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles
And the ocean loves to wander.

Vision Of Columbus - Book 4

© Joel Barlow

In one dark age, beneath a single hand,

Thus rose an empire in the savage land.

Invocation

© Arthur Symons

I pray to the old kindness of the Earth,

Which is a spirit moving in the world,

On Sanazar's Being Honoured With Six hundred Duckets By The

© Richard Lovelace

Twas a blith prince exchang'd five hundred crowns
For a fair turnip. Dig, dig on, O clowns
But how this comes about, Fates, can you tell,
This more then Maid of Meurs, this miracle?

The Forester

© Madison Julius Cawein

I met him here at Ammendorf one Spring.

It was the end of April and the Harz,

The Borough. Letter VI: Professions--Law

© George Crabbe

"TRADES and Professions"--these are themes the Muse,

Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;

The Vale of Shanganah

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

When I have knelt in the temple of Duty,

Worshipping honour and valour and beauty-

France--December 1870

Henceforth of her the Gods are known,
Open to them her breast is laid.
Inveterate of brain, heart-valiant,
Never did fairer creature pant
Before the altar and the blade!

The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid

KUSTA BEN LUKA is my name, I write
To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-roysterer once,
Now the good Caliph's learned Treasurer,
And for no ear but his.

Eclogue V

© Virgil

Menalcas.
Why, Mopsus, being both together met,
You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,
I to sing ditties, do we not sit down
Here where the elm-trees and the hazels blend?