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Twenty-Fifth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
The bright-haired morn is glowing
O'er emerald meadows gay,
To The Same
© George MacDonald
Dead, why defend thee, who in life
For thy worst foe hadst died;
Who, thy own name a word of strife,
Didst silent stand aside?
The Crocodile
© Roald Dahl
Go lock the door and fetch my gun!
Go on child, hurry! Quickly run!
No stop! Stand back! He's coming in!
Oh, look, that greasy greenish skin!
The shining teeth, the greedy smile!
It's CrockyWock, the Crocodile!"
Thekla's Song; Or, The Voice Of A Spirit
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Ask'st thou my home?-my pathway wouldst thou know,
When from thine eye my floating shadow pass'd?
Was not my work fulfill'd and closed below?
Had I not liv'd and lov'd?-my lot was cast.
The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days
© William Butler Yeats
O WOMEN, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,
When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,
The Beach Comber
© Harry Kemp
I'd like to return to the world again,
To the dutiful, work-a-day world of men, -
Thomas Heywood: X
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
TOM, if they loved thee best who called thee Tom.
What else may all men call thee, seeing thus bright
To Brenda Williams writing Against The Grain
© Barry Tebb
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his Defence of Ignorance how many poets
The Day-Dream
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THE thronged boughs of the shadowy sycamore
Still bear young leaflets half the summer through;
To The Sighing Strephon
© George Gordon Byron
Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend;
Your pardon, a thousand times o'er:
From friendship I strove your pangs to remove,
But, I swear, I will do so no more.
The Parish Register - Part II: Marriages
© George Crabbe
made.
Yet now, would Phoebe her consent afford,
Her slave alone, again he'd mount the board;
With her should years of growing love be spent,
And growing wealth;--she sigh'd and look'd consent.
Now, through the lane, up hill, and 'cross the
