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The Noble Old Elm

© James Whitcomb Riley

O big old tree, so tall an' fine,

Where all us childern swings an' plays,

Oh! He's Nothing But A Soldier

© Anonymous

"Oh! he's nothing but a soldier,"

But he's coming here tonight,

Fatherland

© Sir Henry Parkes

The brave old land of deed and song,

Of gentle hearts and spirits strong,

Liberty

© John Hay

What man is there so bold that he should say

"Thus, and thus only, would I have the sea"?

A Fairy Tale In The Ancient English Style

© Thomas Parnell

In Britain's Isle and Arthur's days,

When Midnight Faeries daunc'd the Maze,

Elliott

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Hands off! thou tithe-fat plunderer! play
No trick of priestcraft here!
Back, puny lordling! darest thou lay
A hand on Elliott's bier?
Alive, your rank and pomp, as dust,
Beneath his feet he trod.

Pastorals

© George Meredith

How sweet on sunny afternoons,
For those who journey light and well,
To loiter up a hilly rise
Which hides the prospect far beyond,
And fancy all the landscape lying
Beautiful and still;

Fameless Graves

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I WALKED the ancient graveyard's ample round,
Yet found therein not one illustrious name
Wedded by Death to Fame.

The Climber

© Virna Sheard

He stood alone on Fame's high mountain top,
His hands at rest, his forehead bound with bay;
And yet he watched with eyes unsatisfied
The downward winding way.

The Woman With The Ordinary Past

© George Ade

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The folks in Section A

Brothers, And A Sermon

© Jean Ingelow

“What, chorus! are you dumb? you should have cried,
‘So good comes out of evil;’” and with that,
As if all pauses it was natural
To seize for songs, his voice broke out again:

The Silkworm

© William Cowper

The beams of April, ere it goes,

A worm, scarce visible, disclose;

Drink Out Thy Glass

© Carl Michael Bellman

Drink out thy glass! See, on thy threshold, nightly,

Staying his sword, stands Death, awaiting thee.

Dumbness

© Thomas Traherne

Sure Man was born to meditate on things,

And to contemplate the eternal springs

War

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurled
Death, fate, and ruin, on a bleeding world.
See! on yon heath what countless victims lie,
Hark! what loud shrieks ascend through yonder sky;

Shadow

© Guillaume Apollinaire

Here you are beside me again

Memories of my companions killed in the war

Peng-ya Road

© Du Fu

I remember fleeing the rebels

through dangerous northern canyons,

For Lucas Cranach's Eve

© Adelaide Crapsey

Oh me,

Was there a time

Halloween

© Virna Sheard

Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say,
When all souls come back from the far away--
The dead, forgotten this many a day!

Raisin Pie

© Edgar Albert Guest

There's a heap of pent-up goodness

in the yellow bantam corn,

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