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Lincoln, Man of the People [1922 version]

© Edwin Markham

When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind HourGreatening and darkening as it hurried on,She left the Heaven of Heroes and came downTo make a man to meet the mortal need

Eurynome

© Macpherson Jay

Come all old maids that are squeamishAnd afraid to make mistakes,Don't clutter your lives up with boyfriends:The nicest girls marry snakes.

The Day-Labourer

© Macpherson Jay

Time is a labourer on God’s farm,And keeps His living things from harm

Lonesome Bar

© MacInnes Tom

Letter to a Future Generation

© Gwendolyn MacEwen

The Toll-gate Man

© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley

They tore down the toll-gate By the songless mill,But the gray gate-man Takes toll there still;And he takes from all Whether or not they will.

John Graydon

© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley

I own John Graydon's place--His elm trees moving with a lovely graceAs slow and stately as a minuet,His great lawns wearing shadows like black lace,Too lovely to forget

Exit

© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley

Easily to the old Opens the hard ground:But when youth grows cold, And red lips have no sound,Bitterly does the earth Open to receiveAnd bitterly do the grasses In the churchyard grieve.

Horatius

© Macaulay Thomas Babington

A LAY MADE ABOUT THE YEAR OF THE CITY CCCLX.

Ode Recited at the Harvard Commemoration

© James Russell Lowell

The Sonnets of Ishtar

© Lodge George Cabot

I am the world's imperishable desire;Life is because I will, for hope of meLife is, nor all the dark depths of the seaCould quench mine eyes' light nor my body's fire

Mind your Knitting

© Linton William James

Lucy! mind your knitting: Blind as I may be,I am certain you're not sitting At your work by me

The Sleeper of the Valley

© Lewisohn Lugwig

There's a green hollow where a river singsSilvering the torn grass in its glittering flight,And where the sun from the proud mountain flingsFire and the little valley brims with light.

Portable Demons

© Leggat Alexandra

I found the ghost of Dorothy Parkerin an old movie house in Times SquareI approached her with condolencesand slowly coerced her out of there

June

Broom out the floor now, lay the fender by,And plant this bee-sucked bough of woodbine there,And let the window down

Figs

The proper way to eat a fig, in society,Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy, moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.

Cruelty and Love / Love on the Farm

Version 1 (1913)1.2Lifted, grasping the golden light1.3Which weaves its way through the creeper leaves1.4 To my heart's delight?

April

© Andrew Lang

April, pride of woodland ways, Of glad days,April, bringing hope of prime,To the young flowers that beneath Their bud sheathAre guarded in their tender time;