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To The Additional Examiner For 1875
© James Clerk Maxwell
Queen Cram went straying
Where Tait was swaying,
The Daughter Of The Year
© Ellis Parker Butler
Dearest, let the love I bring
Turn thy Winter into Spring.
What are Summer, Spring and Fall,
If thy Winter chills them all?
The Starlings
© Charles Kingsley
Early in spring time, on raw and windy mornings,
Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings sing-
'Ah dreary March month, is this then a time for building wearily?
Sad, sad, to think that the year is but begun.'
The Queen
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
From out the glow, from out the flame, from ruin fierce and wild,
I saw her come with dancing feet and glad face like a child,
Her red-gold hair, her snow-white brow, her gown of silken green
Out through the ruins of her home, she walked as would a queen.
Ni Houlihan, Ni Houlihan, she came a splendid queen.
The Woman Who Collects Noah's Arks by Janet McCann: American Life in Poetry #15 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poe
© Ted Kooser
Many of us are collectors, attaching special meaning to the inanimate objects we acquire. Here, Texas poet Janet McCann gives us insight into the significance of one woman's collection. The abundance and variety of detail suggest the clutter of such a life.
The Woman Who Collects Noah's Arks
'Tambaroora Jim'
© Henry Lawson
When people said that loafers took the profit from his pub,
Hed ask them how they thought a chap could do without his grub;
Hed say, Ive gone for days myself without a bite or sup
Oh! Ive been through the mill and know what tis to be hard-up.
He might have made his fortune, but he wasnt in the swim,
For no one had a softer heart than Tambaroora Jim.
To A Beautiful Quaker
© George Gordon Byron
Sweet girl! though only once we met,
That meeting I shall ne'er forget;
The Soldier On Crutches
© Edgar Albert Guest
He came down the stairs on the laughter-filled grill
Where patriots were eating and drinking their fill,
The tap of his crutch on the marble of white
Caught my ear as I sat all alone there that night.
I turnedand a soldier my eyes fell upon,
He had fought for his country, and one leg was gone!
The World Is Against Me
© Edgar Albert Guest
"The world is against me," he said with a sigh.
"Somebody stops every scheme that I try.
The Surfer
© Judith Wright
Turn home, the sun goes down; swimmer, turn home.
Last leaf of gold vanishes from the sea-curve.
Take the big rollers shoulder, speed and serve;
come to the long beach home like a gull diving.
The Visit Of The Gods. Imitated From Schiller
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone:
Scarce had I welcomed the Sorrow-beguiler,
The Secret
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
WHAT says the wind to the waving trees?
What says the wave to the river?
Truth
© William Cowper
Man, on the dubious waves of error toss'd,
His ship half founder'd, and his compass lost,
The End
© Wilfred Owen
After the blast of lightning from the east,
The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne,
After the drums of time have rolled and ceased
And from the bronze west long retreat is blown,
The World's Advance
© George Meredith
Judge mildly the tasked world; and disincline
To brand it, for it bears a heavy pack.
The Spectrum
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
HOW many colors here do we see set,
Like rings upon Gods finger? Some say three,
The Old Swimmin' Hole
© James Whitcomb Riley
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep
Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,
