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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf IX. -- Thangbrand The Pr
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Short of stature, large of limb,
Burly face and russet beard,
The Rainbow
© James Thomson
Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around.
Full swell the woods; their every music wakes,
Mix'd in wild concert, with the warbling brooks
Increased, the distant bleatings of the hills,
The Fairie's Fair
© Zora Bernice May Cross
Whos that dancing on the moonlight air,
Heel tapping, Toe-heel rapping?
The Love Letter
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
Letter of love so strangely thrilling
With all your countless wonder yet,
The PLA Captures Nanjing
© Mao Zedong
Over Zhong Mountain swept a storm, headlong,
Our mighty army, a million strong, has crossed the Great River.
The Woman
© Madison Julius Cawein
WITH her fair face she made my heaven,
Beneath whose stars and moon and sun
I worshiped, praying, having striven,
For wealth through which she might be won.
To The Right Hon. The Earl of Orrery, On His Promise To Sup With The Author.
© Mary Barber
Tho' the Muse had deny'd me so often before,
I ventur'd this Day to invoke her once more.
She ask'd what I wanted; I said, with Delight,
Your Lordship had promis'd to sup here To--night;
That on an Occasion so much to my Honour,
I hop'd she'd excuse me for calling upon her.
The Future Of Australia
© Mary Hannay Foott
The fireside carols and battle rhymes,
And romaunt of the knightly ring;
And the chant with hint of cathedral chimes,
Of him made blind to sing.
The Adventures Of Little Bob Bonnyface
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
(Don't you think that his was a wretched plight?
Just picture a boy from a bird in flight!
His heart and his knee-joints weak with fright.)
To------.
© Frances Anne Kemble
Have yet some pity, and forbear to strike
One without power to strive, or fly alike,
Nor trample on a heart, which now must be
Towards all defencelessmost of all towards thee.
To A Friend: Chafing At Enforced Idleness From Interrupted Health
© William Watson
Soon may the edict lapse, that on you lays
This dire compulsion of infertile days,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Thy ways were not my ways. Thy life was peace,
And mine has been a battle. Thou didst store
Thy soul's wealth sternly to a sure increase,
The Negro Ballot
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Can America be reckoned as the country of the free?
In the light of recent actions 'tis a truth that's hard to see.
It has taken from the Negro his protection, yea, his vote,
How oppressive is the finger that such cruel mandates wrote!
The Death Of Adam
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Cedars, that high upon the untrodden slopes
Of Lebanon stretch out their stubborn arms,
Through all the tempests of seven hundred years
Fast in their ancient place, where they look down
The Run of the Downs
© Rudyard Kipling
The Weald is good, the Downs are best--
I'll give you the run of 'em, East to West.
