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There Is A Wheel Inside My Head
© William Ernest Henley
There is a wheel inside my head
Of wantonness and wine,
An old, cracked fiddle is begging without,
But the wind with scents of the sea is fed,
And the sun seems glad to shine.
The Lamb Skin
© Edgar Albert Guest
It is not ornamental, the cost is not great,
There are other things far more useful, yet truly I state,
Though of all my possesions, there's none can compare,
With that white leather apron, which all Masons wear.
To Life's Pilgrim
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Savor no more than thee behoven shall,
Rede well thy self that other folk can'st rede,
And Truth thee shalt deliver 'tis no drede.
Tribute
© Aline Murray Kilmer
DEBORAH and Christopher brought me dandelions,
Kenton brought me buttercups with summer on their breath,
But Michael brought an autumn leaf, like lacy filigree,
A wan leaf, a ghost leaf, beautiful as death.
To The Belgians 7
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Still for your frontier stands
The host that knew no dread,
Your little, stubborn land's
Nameless, immortal dead.
The Paradox Of Time
© Henry Austin Dobson
Time goes, you say? Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go;
Or else, were this not so,
What need to chain the hours,
For Youth were always ours?
Time goes, you say?-ah no!
The Dunciad: Book II.
© Alexander Pope
Not with more glee, by hands Pontific crown'd,
With scarlet hats wide-waving circled round,
Rome in her Capitol saw Querno sit,
Throned on seven hills, the Antichrist of wit.
The Calm Of The Sea
© Adam Mickiewicz
The flag on the pavilion barely stirs,
The water quivers gently in the sun
The Island Hunting-Song
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
No more the summer floweret charms,
The leaves will soon be sere,
The Galaxy
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Torrent of light and river of the air,
Along whose bed the glimmering stars are seen
To Clementina Black
© Amy Levy
More blest than was of old Diogenes,
I have not held my lantern up in vain.
Not mine, at least, this evil-to complain:
"There is none honest among all of these."
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
© Emily Dickinson
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude --
To Her
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
YOUR presence like a benison to me
Wakes my sick soul to dreamful ecstasy,
The Drovers
© Roland Robinson
Over the plains of the whitening grass
and the stunted mulga the drovers pass,
and in the red dust cloud, each side
of the cattle, the native stockmen ride.
The Lass That Made The Bed To Me
© Robert Burns
Chorus - The bonie lass made the bed to me,
The braw lass made the bed to me,
I'll ne'er forget till the day I die,
The lass that made the bed to me.
The Limit
© Edgar Albert Guest
I CAN stand for the man with the cute little bow
On the back of his green colored hat,
The Roll Of The De Silve Race
© Victor Marie Hugo
Sire, your highness does me grace.
This, the last portrait, bears my form and name,
And you would write this motto on the frame!
"This last, sprung from the noblest and the best,
Betrayed his plighted troth, and sold his guest!"
