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The Temple Of Vishnu
© Harriet Monroe
Grand Cañon of Arizona
Vishnu, the gods of eld are dead. Long dead
The Wattle Tree
© Dora Wilcox
Winter is not yet gone - but now
The birds are carolling from the bough.
And the mist has rolled away
Leaving more beautiful the day.
The sun is out - O come with me
To look upon the wattle tree!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: VIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
AS TO HIS CHOICE OF HER
If I had chosen thee, thou shouldst have been
A virgin proud, untamed, immaculate,
Chaste as the morning star, a saint, a queen,
The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.
The Swashbuckler
© Madison Julius Cawein
Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;
A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude V.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Well pleased the audience heard the tale.
The Theologian said: "Indeed,
The Bronckhurst Divorce Case
© Rudyard Kipling
In the daytime, when she moved about me,
In the night, when she was sleeping at my side, -
I was wearied, I was wearied of her presence.
Day by day and night by night I grew to hate her -
Would God that she or I had died!
The Fiddle And The Crowd
© Roderic Quinn
WHEN the day was at its middle,
Tired of limb and slow of pace,
Came a fiddler with his fiddle
To a crowded market place;
The Soldier's Dream
© Thomas Campbell
Our bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud had lowered,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
The Sea And The Man
© Anna Swirszczynska
You will not tame this sea
either by humility or rapture.
But you can laugh
in its face.
The Pink Carnation
© Henry Lawson
I may walk until Im fainting, I may write until Im blinded,
I might drink until my back teeth are afloat,
But I cant forget my ruin and the happy days behind it,
When I wore a pink carnation in my coat.
To a Friend
© Kenneth Slessor
ADAM, because on the mind's roads
Your mouth is always in a hurry,
Because you know odes
And ways to make a curry,
The Prisoner Of Chillon
© George Gordon Byron
Sonnet on Chillon
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
To A Certain Nation
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
We will not let thee be, for thou art ours.
We thank thee still, though thou forget these things,
For that hour's sake when thou didst wake all powers
With a great cry that God was sick of kings.
The Rocks
© William Makepeace Thackeray
I look to see her image in the well;
I only see my eyes, my own sad eyes.
My mother is alone among the rocks.
The King's Task
© Rudyard Kipling
After the sack of the City when Rome was sunk to a name,
In the years that the lights were darkened, or ever St. Wilfrid
The Followers
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
One day I caught up with my angel, she
Who calls me bell-like from a sky-touched tower.
The Man Who Saw
© William Watson
The master weavers at the enchanted loom
Of Legend, weaving long ago those tales
