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The Acorn
© Jones Very
The seed has started,who can stay it? see,
The leaves are sprouting high above the ground;
The Wife Of Some Great Officer Bewails His Absence
© Confucius
Shrill chirp the insects in the grass;
All about the hoppers spring.
The Hanging Of The Crane
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The lights are out, and gone are all the guests
That thronging came with merriment and jests
To celebrate the Hanging of the Crane
In the new house,--into the night are gone;
But still the fire upon the hearth burns on,
And I alone remain.
To My Younger Brother, On His Return From Spain, After The Fatal Retreat Under Sir John Moore, And T
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
THO' dark are the prospects and heavy the hours,
Tho' life is a desert, and cheerless the way;
Yet still shall affection adorn it with flow'rs,
Whose fragrance shall never decay!
The Girl That Lost Things
© George MacDonald
There was a girl that lost things-
Nor only from her hand;
She lost, indeed-why, most things,
As if they had been sand!
The Creek of the Four Graves [Late Version]
© Charles Harpur
A settler in the olden times went forth
With four of his most bold and trusted men
The Sleeping Beauty
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SO has she lain for centuries unguessed,
Her waiting face to waiting heaven turned,
While winds have wooed and ardent suns have burned
And stars have died to sentinel her rest.
The Land Of Love
© Herman Melville
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Whence e'er ye come, where'er ye rove,
No calmer strand,
No sweeter land,
Will e'er ye view, than the Land of Love!
The Sisters
© John Greenleaf Whittier
ANNIE and Rhoda, sisters twain,
Woke in the night to the sound of rain,
The Task: Book IV. -- The Winter Evening
© William Cowper
Hark! tis the twanging horn oer yonder bridge,
That with its wearisome but needful length
The Dancer
© Edmund Waller
Behold the brand of beauty tossed!
See how the motion does dilate the flame!
The March of Ivan
© Henry Lawson
I have marched to many frontiers, in the pregnant days gone by,
When they told us where to march to, but they did not tell us why.
And they showed us whom to fight with, and they told us where to die.
I have seen our grey battalions to their Heavenor Hadeshurled
Twas enough it was for Russia!what cared we about the world?
The Old Chimaeras. Old Receipts
© Robert Louis Stevenson
THE old Chimaeras, old receipts
For making "happy land,"
The old political beliefs
Swam close before my hand.
To The Balliol Men Still In Africa
© Hilaire Belloc
Balliol made me, Balliol fed me,
Whatever I had she gave me again;
And the best of Balliol loved and led me,
God be with you, Balliol men.
To Silvia
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Silvia, let us from the crowd retire,
For what to you and me
(Who but each other do desire)
Is all that here we see?
The Prophecy Of Capys
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
X.
So marched they along the lake;
They marched by fold and stall,
By cornfield and by vineyard,
Unto the old man's hall.
To Formianus Young Lady Friend
© Ezra Pound
After Valerius Catullus
All Hail! young lady with a nose
The Lady's Dream
© Thomas Hood
The lady lay in her bed,
Her couch so warm and soft,
But her sleep was restless and broken still;
For turning often and oft
From side to side, she mutter'd and moan'd,
And toss'd her arms aloft.
