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" by Alfred Austin">The Reply Of Q. Horatius Flaccus To A Roman "Round-Robin"
© Alfred Austin
Good friends, you urge my Odes grow trite,
And that of worthless station,
Of fleeting youth and joy, I write
With endless iteration.
The Famous Victory Of Saarbrucken
© Arthur Rimbaud
At centre, the Emperor, blue-yellow, in apotheosis,
Gallops off, ramrod straight, on his fine gee-gee,
Very happy since everything he sees is rosy,
Fierce as Zeus, and as gentle as a Daddy is:
The Daft Days
© Hew Ainslie
The midnight hour is clinking, lads,
An' the douce an' the decent are winking, lads;
Sae I tell ye again,
Be't weel or ill ta'en,
It's time ye were quatting your drinking, lads.
Gae ben, 'an mind your gauntry, Kate,
The Deadliest Sin
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
God! though all other sins on earth persist,
Strike dumb the blatant, loud-mouthed atheist.
The Two Graves
© William Cullen Bryant
Two low green hillocks, two small gray stones,
Rose over the place that held their bones;
But the grassy hillocks are levelled again,
And the keenest eye might search in vain,
'Mong briers, and ferns, and paths of sheep,
For the spot where the aged couple sleep.
The Angel and the Girl
© Edwin Muir
The angel and the girl are met
Earth was the only meeting place.
For the embodied never yet
Travelled beyond the shore of space.
The eternal spirits in freedom go.
The Slaves Of Martinique
© John Greenleaf Whittier
BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,
As she stands before her lover, with raised face to look and listen.
Dark, but comely, like the maiden in the ancient Jewish song:
Scarcely has the toil of task-fields done her graceful beauty wrong.
The Staircase Of Notre Dame, Paris
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
As one who, groping in a narrow stair,
Hath a strong sound of bells upon his ears,
To Fiona
© William Stanley Braithwaite
Dear little child, whose very speech
Gives me joy beyond my heart's measure,
However far my years may reach,
Life can offer no greater treasure.
The Surrender
© Roderic Quinn
HERE, in the new day's golden splendour
Headlands pushing their foreheads forward
Sweet is the surfer's glad surrender
To the will of the wave, as it rushes shoreward.
The American Forest Girl
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
They loos'd the bonds that held their captive's breath;
From his pale lips they took the cup of death;
They quench'd the brand beneath the cypress tree;
"Away," they cried, "young stranger, thou art free!"
The Mirror
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
SHE knew it not:most perfect pain
To learn: this too she knew not. Strife
To His Young Mistress
© Pierre de Ronsard
Fair flower of fifteen springs, that still
Art scarcely blossomed from the bud,
Yet hast such store of evil will,
A heart so full of hardihood,
Seeking to hide in friendly wise
The mischief of your mocking eyes.
The Call
© Katharine Tynan
I hear an Army!
Millions of men coming up from the edge of the world,
The ring of unnumbered feet ever louder and louder
Comes on and an like a mighty untameable tide,
The Lily Of The Valley
© Per Daniel Amadeus Atterbom
O'er hill and dale the welcome news is flying
That summer's drawing near;
Out of my thicket cool, my cranny hidden,
Around I shyly peer.
The Huskers
© John Greenleaf Whittier
IT was late in mild October, and the long autumnal rain
Had left the summer harvest-fields all green with grass again;
The first sharp frosts had fallen, leaving all the woodlands gay
With the hues of summer's rainbow, or the meadow flowers of May.
The Old Keg of Rum
© Anonymous
CHORUS
Oh! the Old Keg of Rum! the Old Keg of Rum!
Remember old Jack Palmer
And the Old Keg of Rum.
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Dedication
© William Wordsworth
RYDAL MOUNT, WESTMORELAND,
April , 1815.
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The Ghost - Book II
© Charles Churchill
A sacred standard rule we find,
By poets held time out of mind,
The Shepherd's Calendar - September
© John Clare
Harvest awakes the morning still
And toils rude groups the valleys fill
