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The Offside Leader

© William Henry Ogilvie

This is the wish, as he told it to me,

Of Driver Macpherson of Battery B.

So Cruel Prison

© Henry Howard

So cruel prison how could betide, alas,

As proud Windsor? Where I in lust and joy

The Lady Of La Garaye - Part I

So, till the day when over Dinan's walls
The Autumn sunshine of my story falls;
And the guests bidden, gather for the chase,
And the smile brightens on the lovely face
That greets them in succession as they come
Into that high and hospitable home.

One Hundred and Three

© Henry Lawson

They shut a man in the four-by-eight, with a six-inch slit for air,
Twenty-three hours of the twenty-four, to brood on his virtues there.
And the dead stone walls and the iron door close in as an iron band
On eyes that followed the distant haze far out on the level land.

Living Without God In The World

© Charles Lamb

Mystery of God! thou brave & beauteous world!

Made fair with light, & shade, & stars, & flowers;

Quis Separabit?

© Philip Joseph Holdsworth

All my life's short years had been stern and sterile -
I stood like one whom the blasts blow back -
As with shipmen whirled through the straits of Peril,
So fierce foes menaced my every track.

The Size

© George Herbert

Content thee, greedie heart.
Modest and moderate joyes to those, that have
Title to more hereafter when they part,
Are passing brave.
Let th' upper springs into the low
Descend and fall, and thou dost flow.

New Morality

© George Canning

But say,-indignant does the Muse retire,
Her shrine deserted, and extinct its fire?
No pious hand to feed the sacred flame,
No raptured soul a Poet's charge to claim.

A Perfect Sonnet

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Oh, for a perfect sonnet of all time!
Wild music, heralding immortal hopes,
Strikes the bold prelude. To it from each clime,
Like tropic birds on some green island slopes,

Lara. A Tale

© George Gordon Byron

Proud Otho on the instant, reddening, threw
His glove on earth, and forth his sabre flew.
"The last alternative befits me best,
And thus I answer for mine absent guest."

The Mountain Of The Lovers

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I.
LOVE scorns degrees! the low he lifteth high,
The high he draweth down to that fair plain
Whereon, in his divine equality,

Death at Mulago

© David Rubadiri

Towers of strength

'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 6

HE said, and wept; then spread his sails before

The winds, and reachd at length the Cumæan shore:

Epitaph: Being Part Of An Inscription For A Monument

Farewell, my best-beloved; whose heavenly mind
Genius with virtue, strength with softness join'd;
Devotion, undebased by pride or art,
With meek simplicity, and joy of heart.