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The College Serenade
© George Ade
When the chapel bell struck the midnight hour
And the campus lay asleep,
Thirty Years After
© Robert Fuller Murray
Two old St. Andrews men, after a separation of nearly thirty years, meet by chance at a wayside inn. They interchange experiences; and at length one of them, who is an admirer of Mr. Swinburne's Poems and Ballads, speaks as follows:
If you were now a bejant,
And I a first year man,
We'd grind and grub together
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
I think there never was a dearer woman,
A better, kinder, truer than you were,
A gentler spirit more divinely human
The National Anthem
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A monarch is pestered with cares,
Though, no doubt, he can often trepan them;
The Suicides Grave
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
This is the scene of a man's despair, and a soul's release
From the difficult traits of the flesh; so, it seeking peace,
To Evening
© Sappho
O HESPERUS! Thou bring'st all things home;
All that the garish day hath scattered wide;
The sheep, the goat, back to the welcome fold;
Thou bring'st the child, too, to his mother's side.
The Crusader's Return
© Sir Walter Scott
High deeds achieved of knightly fame,
From Palestine the champion came;
The Only Son
© Sir Henry Newbolt
O bitter wind toward the sunset blowing,
What of the dales tonight?
In yonder gray old hall what fires are glowing,
What ring of festal lights?
The Lights Of New York
© Sara Teasdale
The lightning spun your garment for the night
Of silver filaments with fire shot thru,
A broidery of lamps that lit for you
The steadfast splendor of enduring light.
The White Squall
© William Makepeace Thackeray
And so the hours kept tolling,
And through the ocean rolling
Went the brave "Iberia" bowling
Before the break of day
To Henry Halloran
© Henry Kendall
YOU KNOW I left my forest home full loth,
And those weird ways I knew so well and long,
Dishevelled with their sloping sidelong growth
Of twisted thorn and kurrajong.
The Mockery
© Harriet Monroe
Sometimes I laughwhat else can a man do
Who does not know ? This little ego here
Braving the void, this fleck upon the blue,
This filmy wing sounding the starry sphere
What bold abysmal incongruity,
What joke of the gods to make a mock of me !
The Nameless One
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Last night a hand pushed on the door
And tirled at the pin.
The Faery Forest
© Sara Teasdale
The faery forest glimmered
Beneath an ivory moon,
The silver grasses shimmered
Against a faery tune.
The Open Fire
© Edgar Albert Guest
There in the flame of the open grate,
All that is good in the past I see:
The Reasons
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
One with a whimsical face spoke freely;
"I?--I sought some stir,
Some urge in living,
Some sense in dying.
I sought a mountain top
With a view!"
The Descent Of The Muses
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face,
Came from their convent on the shining heights
The Noble Old Elm
© James Whitcomb Riley
O big old tree, so tall an' fine,
Where all us childern swings an' plays,
The Thaw
© William Henry Ogilvie
Have lost the white burden that weighted them
down.
The silence that came with the fall of the frost
