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The Yearly Distress; Or, Tithing-Time At Stock In Essex
© William Cowper
Come, ponder well, for 'tis no jest,
To laugh it would be wrong;
The troubles of a worthy priest
The burden of my song.
The Stranger (La Extranjera)
© Gabriela Mistral
She speaks in her way of her savage seas
With unknown algae and unknown sands;
The Negro Schools
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Please be silent now, my country, while I fill the speaker's place;
While I point out some abuses that we constantly embrace,
Listen with your best attention to the words that I shall say,
How the Negro schools are managed, in this Commonwealth today.
The Bush Beyond the Range
© Henry Lawson
FROM Crows Nest here by Sydney town
Where crows had nests of old
The Masque of Plenty
© Rudyard Kipling
"How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life!
From the dawn to the even he strays -
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
(adagio dim.) Filled with praise!"
The Burial March Of Dundee
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Sound the fife, and cry the slogan-
Let the pibroch shake the air
The Camels Hump
© Rudyard Kipling
The Camel's hump is an ugly lump
Which well you may see at the Zoo;
But uglier yet is the hump we get
From having too little to do.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto II.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
III Lais and Lucretia
Did first his beauty wake her sighs?
That's Lais! Thus Lucretia's known:
The beauty in her Lover's eyes
Was admiration of her own.
The Churchyard
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
HOW slowly creeps the hand of Time
On the old clocks green-mantled face!
The House
© Arthur Symons
Why do you batter down the walls of my house?
I shouted to one as I Stood on the top of my roof.
He Stopped his battering and said with an air of reproof;
I always hated you because you Stand aloof,
And because you sit drinking wine in the shadow of the boughs.
The Enchantress
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I FEAR Eileen, the wild Eileen--
The eyes she lifts to mine,
That laugh and laugh and never tell
The half that they divine!
The Eavesdropper
© Bliss William Carman
The livelong day the elvish leaves
Danced with their shadows on the floor;
And the lost children of the wind
Went straying homeward by our door.
The Mad Philosopher
© Ambrose Bierce
The flabby wine-skin of his brain
Yields to some pathologic strain,
And voids from its unstored abysm
The driblet of an aphorism.
The Ballad[e] Of The Bore
© Henry Austin Dobson
Prince Phoebus, all must die,
Or well- or evil-starred,
Or whole of heart or scarred;
But why in this way-why?
Defend us from The Bard!
The Ghost
© Kenneth Slessor
"BEES of old Spanish wine
Pipe at this Inn to-night,
Music and candleshine
Fill the dim chambers . . . .
The Voyage
© Charles Baudelaire
À Maxime du Camp
I
For the child, in love with globe, and stamps,
the universe equals his vast appetite.
The Tram (In The Midlands)
© Robert Laurence Binyon
III
A boy with a bunch of primroses!
He sits uneasy, flushed of cheek,
With wandering eyes and does not speak:
His hands are hot; the flowers are his.
The North Star
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I was contented with the warm silence,
Sitting by the fire, book on knee;
And fancy uncentred, afloat and astray,
Idled from thought to thought
