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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131

© Alfred Tennyson

O true and tried, so well and long,
Demand not thou a marriage lay;
In that it is thy marriage day
Is music more than any song.

Mother Of Five

© Edgar Albert Guest

She mothered five!

Night after night she watched a little bed,

The dream of those days when first I sung thee is o'er
Thy triumph hath stain'd the charm thy sorrows then wore;
And even the light which Hope once shed o'er thy chains,
Alas, not a gleam to grace thy freedom remains.

The Judgment Of Paris

© James Beattie

Far in the depth of Ida's inmost grove,
A scene for love and solitude design'd;
Where flowery woodbines wild, by Nature wove,
Form'd the lone bower, the royal swain reclined.

Sonnet 66: "Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry..."

© William Shakespeare

Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry,

As, to behold desert a beggar born,

Words From The Wind

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I called to the wind of the Winter,
As he sped like a steed on his way,
"Oh! rest for awhile on thy journey,
And answer these questions, I pray.

The Black Knight

© Madison Julius Cawein

I had not found the road too short,

As once I had in days of youth,

An Invocation to Poesy

© Charles Mackay

Stay with me, Poesy! playmate of childhood!
Friend of my manhood! delight of my youth!
Roamer with me over valley and wildwood,
Searching for loveliness, groping for Truth.

Music

© Alaric Alexander Watts

Mysterious keeper of the key

That opes the gates of Memory,

Tale XX

© George Crabbe

flown:
All swept away, to be perceived no more,
Like idle structures on the sandy shore,
The chance amusement of the playful boy,
That the rude billows in their rage destroy.
Poor George confess'd, though loth the truth to

A Ride For The Queen

© Alfred Noyes

Queen of queens, oh lady mine,

You who say you love me,

With Dickens

© Henry Lawson

In Windsor Terrace, number four,

Ive taken my abode

A Eunuch Complains Of His Fate

© Confucius

A few fine lines, at random drawn,
Like the shell-pattern wrought in lawn
To hasty glance will seem.
My trivial faults base slander's slime
Distorted into foulest crime,
And men me worthless deem.

Father Death Blues

Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going

The Earth-Spirit

Then spoke the Spirit of the Earth,

Her gentle voice like a soft water's song--

Don Juan: Canto The Ninth

Oh, Wellington! (or 'Villainton'--for Fame

Sounds the heroic syllables both ways;

Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter I

And thus I first beheld her, standing calm
In the swayed crowd upon her husband's arm,
One opera night, the centre of all eyes,
So proud she seemed, so fair, so sweet, so wise.
Some one behind me whispered ``Lady L.!
His Lordship too! and thereby hangs a tale.''