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The Anzac on the Wall
© Anonymous
Loitering in a country town, 'cos I had some time to spare
I went into an antique shop, to see what was there.
Bikes and pumps, and kero lamps, the old shop had it all,
then I was taken prisoner, by the Anzac on the wall.
The Songs Of Siberian Exiles
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
We stand unbroken in our places,
Our shovels dare to take no rest,
For not in vain his golden treasure
God buried deep in earth's dark breast.
The House of Life: 97. A Superscription
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Mark me, how still I am! But should there dart
One moment through thy soul the soft surprise
Of that wing'd Peace which lulls the breath of sighs,—
Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart
Thy visage to mine ambush at thy heart
Sleepless with cold commemorative eyes.
There was an Old Man on the Border
© Edward Lear
There was an old man on the Border,
Who lived in the utmost disorder;
He danced with the cat, and made tea in his hat,
Which vexed all the folks on the Border.
The Mirror
© Robert Laurence Binyon
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Where is all the beauty that hath been?
Where the bloom?
Dust on boundless wind? Grass dropt into fire?
The GOD of Tempest.
© Mather Byles
I.
Thy dreadful Pow'r, Almighty GOD,
Thy Works to speak conspire;
This Earth declares thy Fame abroad,
With Water, Air, and Fire.
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry Morison
© Benjamin Jonson
The Turn
Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
The River And The Tree
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
"You are white and tall and swaying," sang the river
to the tree,
The Dole Of Jarl Thorkell
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE land was pale with famine
And racked with fever-pain;
The frozen fiords were fishless,
The earth withheld her grain.
The West Wind
© William Cullen Bryant
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest,
Whose branching pines rise dark and high,
And hear the breezes of the West
Among the threaded foliage sigh.
Today
© Billy Collins
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XII. -- King Olaf's Chri
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At Drontheim, Olaf the King
Heard the bells of Yule-tide ring,
As he sat in his banquet-hall,
Drinking the nut-brown ale,
With his bearded Berserks hale
And tall.
The Sorcerer: Act II
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Scene-Exterior of Sir Marmaduke's mansion by moonlight. All the
peasantry are discovered asleep on the ground, as at the end
of Act I.
The Wheel
© Vinda Karandikar
Someone is about to come but doesn't. Is about
to turn on the stairs but doesn't.
The ribs and terrors in the whale
© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
The ribs and terrors in the whale,
Arched over me a dismal gloom,
While all Gods sun-lit waves rolled by,
And left me deepening down to doom.
The Lowlands Of Flanders
© Katharine Tynan
THE night that I was married
Our Captain came to me:
Rise up, rise up, new-married man
And come at once with me.
The Poets Epitaph Upon Himself
© Johan Herman Wessel
He ate and drank, was never glad,
His boot heels he wore down one side;
Ambition that he never had,
And finally just upped and died.
