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To Brenda Williams On Her Fiftieth Birthday
© Barry Tebb
The years become you as Oxford becomes you,
To E. C. S.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Poet and friend of poets, if thy glass
Detects no flower in winter's tuft of grass,
The Winds
© William Lisle Bowles
When dark November bade the leaves adieu,
And the gale sung amid the sea-boy's shrouds,
The Offering Of The New Law, The One Oblation Once Offered
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Once I thought to sit so high
In the Palace of the sky;
Now, I thank God for His Grace,
If I may fill the lowest place.
The Memory Of Martha
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
OUT in de night a sad bird moans,
An', oh, but hit's moughty lonely;
The Working Monarch
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Rising early in the morning,
We proceed to light the fire,
Then our Majesty adorning
In its work-a-day attire,
We embark without delay
On the duties of the day.
