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Ye Wearie Wayfarer [A Dedication to the author of Holmby House"

The Rape Of Lucrece

© William Shakespeare

TO THE
RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.

The Progress of Error

© William Cowper

Sing, muse (if such a theme, so dark, so long

May find a muse to grace it with a song),

Hermann And Dorothea - I. Kalliope

But the worthy landlord only smiled, and then answer'd
I shall dreadfully miss that ancient calico garment,
Genuine Indian stuff! They're not to be had any longer.
Well! I shall wear it no more. And your poor husband henceforward
Always must wear a surtout, I suppose, or commonplace jacket,
Always must put on his boots; good bye to cap and to slippers!"

To------.

© Frances Anne Kemble

Have yet some pity, and forbear to strike
One without power to strive, or fly alike,
Nor trample on a heart, which now must be
Towards all defencelessmost of all towards thee.

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXVII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

THE SAME CONTINUED
Thy ways were not my ways. Thy life was peace,
And mine has been a battle. Thou didst store
Thy soul's wealth sternly to a sure increase,

The Botanic Garden (Part VII)

© Erasmus Darwin

THE LOVES OF THE PLANTS.

CANTO III.

Hero And Leander. The Fourth Sestiad

© George Chapman

Now from Leander's place she rose, and found

Her hair and rent robe scatter'd on the ground;

Waly, Waly

© Andrew Lang

O waly, waly, up the bank,

O waly, waly, down the brae.

The Hammock's Complaint

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Who thinks how desolate and strange
To me must seem the autumn's change,
When housed in attic or in chest,
A lonely and unwilling guest,
I lie through nights of bleak December,
And think in silence, and remember.

A Book of Dreams: Part II

© George MacDonald

A great church in an empty square,
A place of echoing tones;
Feet pass not oft enough to wear
The grass between the stones.

O, This Is Blessing, This Is Rest

© Anna Laetitia Waring

O, this is blessing, this is rest

Unto Thine arms, O Lord, I flee:

A Postscript unto the Reader

© Michael Wigglesworth

And now good Reader, I return again

To talk with thee, who hast been at the pain

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VI.

IV A Riddle Solved
Kind souls, you wonder why, love you,
When you, you wonder why, love none.
We love, Fool, for the good we do,
Not that which unto us is done!

Saul's Armor

© John Newton

When first my soul enlisted

My Saviour's foes to fight;

The Locomotive

© Julian Tuwim

A big locomotive has pulled into town,
Heavy, humungus, with sweat rolling down,
A plump jumbo olive.
Huffing and puffing and panting and smelly,
Fire belches forth from her fat cast iron belly.

O'Hara, J.P.

© Henry Lawson

James Patrick O'Hara the Justice of Peace,
He bossed the P.M. and he bossed the police;
A parent, a deacon, a landlord was he
A townsman of weight was OHara, J.P.