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The Strike Of The Fireworks
© Carolyn Wells
And so they talked and they argued, some for and some against,--
And they progressed no further than they were when they commenced.
Until in a burst of eloquence a queer little piece of punk
Arose in his place and said, "I think we ought to show some spunk.
And I for one have decided, although I am no shirk,
That to-day is a legal holiday and not even fire should work.
The Four Points
© Rudyard Kipling
Ere stopping or turning, to put forth a hande
Is a charm that thy daies may be long in the land.
The Splendid Spur
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
NOT on the neck of prince or hound
Nor on a womans finger twind,
Terzetto
© Thomas Love Peacock
Hark! o'er the silent waters stealing,
The dash of oars sounds soft and clear:
Through night's deep veil, all forms concealing,
Nearer it comes, and yet more near.
The Plains
© George Essex Evans
WIDE are the plainsthe plains that stretch to the west
An ocean of trackless waste, untrodden and rude,
Where an Austral sun flings fire on earths bare breast,
Brazen skies oerhanging a treeless solitude.
The Tower Of Famine
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Amid the desolation of a city,
Which was the cradle, and is now the grave
Of an extinguished people,so that Pity
The Brook And The Wave. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The brooklet came from the mountain,
As sang the bard of old,
Running with feet of silver
Over the sands of gold!
The Sentence
© Robert Creeley
There is that in love
which, by the syntax of,
men find women and join
their bodies to their minds
The Baby Sorceress
© Thomas Wentworth Higginson
My baby sits beneath the tall elm-trees,
A wreath of tangled ribbons in her hands;
To My Godchild-Francis M. W. M.
© Francis Thompson
This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon,
Riding at anchor off the orient sun,
The Faithful Dog Fido
© William Topaz McGonagall
Little Fido's master had to go on a long journey,
So Fido followed her master, and ran cheerfully,
And often the master would speak kindly to the dog,
As along the road together they did jog.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Theologian's Tale; Torquemada
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O pitiless skies! why did your clouds retain
For peasants' fields their floods of hoarded rain?
O pitiless earth! why open no abyss
To bury in its chasm a crime like this?
The Released Rebel Prisoner
© Herman Melville
Armies he's seen--the herds of war,
But never such swarms of men
As now in the Nineveh of the North--
How mad the Rebellion then!
The Muses Threnodie: Eighth Muse
© Henry Adamson
What blooming banks, sweet Earn, or fairest Tay,
Or Almond doth embrace! These many a day
The Widow
© Katharine Tynan
When she smiles her love draws nigh,
When she weeps he doth depart,
And returns to the Heavens high
With an unwounded heart.
The Deeds That Might Have Been
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
All these are pitiful. Yet, after tears,
Come rest and sleep and calm forgetfulness,
And God's good providence consoles the years.
Only the coward heart which did not guess,
The dreamer of brave deeds that might have been,
Shall cureless ache with wounds for ever green.
The Haughty Actor
© William Schwenck Gilbert
"Too bad," said GIBBS, "my case to shirk!
You must be bad innately,
To save your skill for mighty work
Because it's valued greatly!"
But here he woke, with sudden start.
The Trap
© Robinson Jeffers
I am not well civilized, really alien here: trust me not.
I can understand the guns and the airplanes,
The other conveniences leave me cold.
