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The Masque of Plenty

© Rudyard Kipling

"How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life!
From the dawn to the even he strays -
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
(adagio dim.) Filled with praise!"

The Burial March Of Dundee

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

Sound the fife, and cry the slogan-

Let the pibroch shake the air

Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Orion: But an understanding tacit.
You have prospered much since the day we met;
You were then a landless knight;
You now have honour and wealth, and yet
I never can serve you right.

Hide Me In Your Heart

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Hide me in your heart, Love,
None but we can know
How with every heart--beat
Love could grow and grow

Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair

© John Keats

Chief of organic Numbers!
Old Scholar of the Spheres!
Thy spirit never slumbers,
But rolls about our ears

A Diverted Tragedy

© James Whitcomb Riley

Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot;

But Gracie dearly loved her doll,

Farmer Downs Changes His Opinion Of Nature

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

"No," said old Farmer Downs to me,
"I ain't the facts denyin',
That all young folks in love must be,
As birds must be a-flyin'.
Don't go agin sech facts, because
I'm one as re-specks Natur's laws.

The Kettle

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

There's many a house of grandeur,

With turret, tower and dome,

The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto II.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

III Lais and Lucretia
Did first his beauty wake her sighs?
That's Lais! Thus Lucretia's known:
The beauty in her Lover's eyes
Was admiration of her own.

The Churchyard

© William Cosmo Monkhouse

HOW slowly creeps the hand of Time

On the old clocks green-mantled face!

Rural Morning

© John Clare

And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's earliest time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard clattering oer the green.

Marguerite de Roberval

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

Ah, my dear!
I saw you die, and could not help or save
Knowing myself to be the awful care
That weighed thee to thy grave!

Adieu To A Solider

© Walt Whitman

Adieu, dear comrade!
Your mission is fulfill'd-but I, more warlike,
Myself, and this contentious soul of mine,

The Voyage

À Maxime du Camp
I
For the child, in love with globe, and stamps,
the universe equals his vast appetite.

The Tram (In The Midlands)

III
A boy with a bunch of primroses!
He sits uneasy, flushed of cheek,
With wandering eyes and does not speak:
His hands are hot; the flowers are his.

The North Star

I was contented with the warm silence,
Sitting by the fire, book on knee;
And fancy uncentred, afloat and astray,
Idled from thought to thought

Elegy V

© Ovid

In summer's heat and mid-time of the day

To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,

It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
Half of the night with our old friend
Who'd showed us in the end
To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.
Already I lay snug,
And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.