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Twilight
© Valery Yaklovich Bryusov
Electric moons glow
On long bent stalks
The telegraph wires hum
In gentle unseen hands;
To Algernon Charles Swineburne
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
NOT since proud Marlowe poured his potent song
Through fadeless meadows to a marvellous main,
Has England hearkened to so sweet a strain--
So sweet as thine, and ah! so subtly strong!
To D. A. Mackellar
© Peter McArthur
[In Dedication of Aguilar]
MY cherished dead, when last your placid brow
The Book Of Paradise - The Favoured Beast
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Or beasts there have been chosen four
To come to Paradise,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A DISAPPOINTMENT
Spring, of a sudden, came to life one day.
Ere this, the Winter had been cold and chill.
That morning first the Summer air did fill
"Too Low And Yet Too High."
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HE came in velvet and in gold;
He wooed her with a careless grace;
A confidence too rashly bold
Breathed in his language and his face.
The Cry
© Katharine Lee Bates
MULTITUDINOUS the cry beating on the smokeveiled sky.
Since the first war-wrath burst on immortal Belgium,
The Tables Turned
© William Wordsworth
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
The Stick-Together Families
© Edgar Albert Guest
The stick-together families are happier by far
Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.
The Island Of Endless Play
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
It lies off the border of 'No School Land'
And abounds with pleasures, I understand.
The Widow To Her Hour-Glass
© Robert Bloomfield
Come, friend, I'll turn thee up again:
Companion of the lonely hour!
The Bells Ov Alderburnham
© William Barnes
While now upon the win' do zwell
The church-bells' evenèn peal, O,
The Ghost - Book IV
© Charles Churchill
Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence
To something of exalted sense
The Ballad of Ben Hall's Gang
© Anonymous
Come all ye wild colonials And listen to my tale;
A story of bushrangers' deeds I will to you unveil.
'Tis of those gallant heroes, Game fighters one and all;
And we'll sit and sing, Long Live the King,
Dunn,Gilbert, and Ben Hall.
To Demosthenes
© William Cowper
It flatters and deceives thy view,
This mirror of ill-polish'd ore;
For, were it just, and told thee true,
Thou wouldst consult it never more.
The Copperheads
© Anonymous
Who are the men that clamor most
Against the war, its cause and cost,
And who Jeff Davis sometimes toast?
The Copperheads.
The Seamaids Music
© Ernest Myers
One moment the boy, as he wanderd by night
Where the far spreading foam in the moonbeam was white,
To Cardinal Richelieu
© Francois de Malherbe
Thou mighty Prince of Church and State,
Richelieu! until the hour of death,
Whatever road man chooses, Fate
Still holds him subject to her breath.
Tom Van Arden
© James Whitcomb Riley
When our souls are cramped with youth
Happiness seems far away
In the future, while, in truth,
