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After The Thunder

© William Henry Ogilvie

If I'd 'a had two I'd 'a held 'em; but just because I had four,

An' the black colt in for the first time, an' the bay mare lookin' for war,

My Lady The Tyranness

© Francis Thompson

Me since your fair ambition bows

Feodary to those gracious brows,

bhUvini dAsuDanE

© Tyagaraja

caraNam
cAla saukhyamO kaShTamO nEnu jAlijEnditinA sarivArilO
pAlamuncina nITamuncinA padamulE gati tyAgarAjanuta

The Turning Of The Babies In The Bed

Woman's sho' a cur'ous critter, an' dey ain't no doubtin' dat.
She's a mess o' funny capahs f'om huh slippahs to huh hat.
Ef you tries to un'erstan' huh, an' you fails, des' up an' say:
"D' ain't a bit o' use to try to un'erstan' a woman's way."

A Question

© Alfred Austin

Love, wilt thou love me still when wintry streak

Steals on the tresses of autumnal brow;

The Clock of The Universe

© George MacDonald

A clock aeonian, steady and tall,

With its back to creation's flaming wall,

The Mystic Trumpeter

© Walt Whitman

I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, I catch thy notes,
Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me,
Now low, subdued-now in the distance lost.

The English Youth

© Robert Laurence Binyon

There is a dimness fallen on old fames.
Our hearts are solemnized with dearer names
Than Time is bright with: we have not heard alone,
Or read of it in books; it is our own

From 'The Clouds'

© Sandor Petofi

SORROW? A GREAT OCEAN.
Joy?
A little pearl in the ocean.Perhaps,
By the time I fish it up, I may break it.

Absence, Hear Thou my Protestation

© John Hoskins

Absence, hear thou my protestation
Against thy strength,
Distance and length:
Do what thou canst for alteration;
For hearts of truest mettle
Absence doth join, and time doth settle.

The Old Camp

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

I.

There is a cloud before the sun,

Meditative Fragments, On Venice

© Richard Monckton Milnes

III.
LIDO.

The Largest Life

© Archibald Lampman

I

I lie upon my bed and hear and see.

The May-Tree

I've a-come by the Maÿ-tree all times o' the year,
When leaves wer a-springèn,
When vrost wer a-stingèn,
When cool-winded mornèn did show the hills clear,
When night wer bedimmèn the vields vur an' near.

The Ballad of 'Bolivar'

Seven men from all the world back to Docks again,
Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain:
Give the girls another drink 'fore we sign away -
We that took the BOLIVAR out across the Bay!