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Shooting

© Henry James Pye

The Monarch hears, and with reluctant eyes
Gives the consent his boding heart denies;
His brow a placid guise dissembling wears,
While Reason vainly combats stronger fears.

Arnold Rode Behind

© Roderic Quinn

WE galloped down the sodden track
Close buttoned 'gainst the wind;
I took the lead with whip and spur,
And Arnold rode behind.

The Land Of Candy

© Madison Julius Cawein

There was once a little boy

So my father told me who

My Aunt

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

My aunt! my dear unmarried aunt!

Long years have oâer her flown;

In The Harbour: At La Chaudeau. (From The French Of Charles Coran)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

At La Chaudeau,--'tis long since then:
I was young,--my years twice ten;
All things smiled on the happy boy,
Dreams of love and songs of joy,
Azure of heaven and wave below,
At La Chaudeau.

At A Dinner To General Grant

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

JULY 31, 1865

WHEN treason first began the strife

And then to counterbalance what you give
Thus all unwittingly, I smile or frown,
Am thoughtful, mirthful, grave or sunny-eyed
To meet your mood and help you best to live.
In me, all women to your wish bow down.
In you, all men at my desire abide.

Italy : 31. A Funeral

© Samuel Rogers

'Whence this delay?' "Along the crowded street
A Funeral comes, and with unusual pomp."
So I withdrew a little, and stood still,
While it went by. 'She died as she deserved,'

My Angel

© David Holbrook

Though thousands of stars be outside

On Mr. Howard's Account Of Lazarettos

© William Lisle Bowles

Mortal! who, armed with holy fortitude,

The path of good right onward hast pursued;

Fand, A Feerie Act II

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

In the land of the living are kingdoms twain,
Kingdoms twain,--nay, kingdoms three;
One is of sunshine and one of rain,
And one of the moonlight without a stain.
The moonlight people, of these are we,
The ever--happy, the Sidhe, the Sidhe.

Ballad of Agincourt

© Michael Drayton

Fair stood the wind for France

When we our sails advance,

A Meeting

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;
A song I sang, full many a year ago,
Smiled up at me, as in a busy street
One meets an old-time friend he used to know.

The Sleepless Jesus

'Tis time to sleep, my little boy:

Why gaze thy bright eyes so?

Accolon Of Gaul: Part IV

Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime,

In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time,

The Child's Grave

I came to the churchyard where pretty Joy lies
On a morning in April, a rare sunny day;
Such bloom rose around, and so many birds' cries
That I sang for delight as I followed the way.

The Unhappy Lot Of Mr. Knott

My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott,
From business snug withdrawn,
Was much contented with a lot
That would contain a Tudor cot
'Twixt twelve feet square of garden-plot,
And twelve feet more of lawn.