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Little Breeches

© John Hay

And here all hope soured on me,
Of my fellow-critter's aid,--
I jest flopped down on my marrow-bones,
Crotch-deep in the snow, and prayed.

Esau

© John Newton

Poor Esau repented too late

That once he his birth-right despised;

An Hymne In Honour Of Beautie

© Edmund Spenser

Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?
What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspire
Into my feeble breast, too full of thee?
Whylest seeking to aslake thy raging fyre,

Horace, Book II. Ode XVI.

© William Cowper

Ease is the weary merchant's prayer,
Who ploughs by night the Ægean flood,
When neither moon nor stars appear,
Or faintly glimmer through the cloud.

The Armada

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise;

I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days,

Elegy XVII: On His Mistress

© John Donne

By our first strange and fatal interview,

By all desires which thereof did ensue,

Two Graves

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

IT glooms forlornly 'mid wan ocean dunes,
A desolate grave-mound on a dreary lea,
Touched by sad splendors of gray-misted moons,
Or veiled by shivering spray-drifts from the sea.

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

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Preludes.

I Love's Immortality

Salutation

© Katharine Tynan

To you and you and you who have given
Two sons for England's sake,--what word?
Oh, there is weeping heard in Heaven
And Mary's heart has the Eighth Sword.

England My Mother

© William Watson

England my mother,
Wardress of waters.
Builder of peoples,
Maker of men,-

From 'Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris'

© Duncan Campbell Scott

HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,

Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 02

© Torquato Tasso

XV

"Say that a knight, who holds in great disdain

On A Candle

© Jonathan Swift

Of all inhabitants on earth,
To man alone I owe my birth,
And yet the cow, the sheep, the bee,
Are all my parents more than he:

Folks

We was speakin' of folks, jes' common folks,
An' we come to this conclusion,
That wherever they be, on land or sea,
They warm to a home allusion;

Kossuth

Type of two mighty continents!--combining

The strength of Europe with the warmth and glow

A Motive In Gold And Gray

I.

To-night he sees their star burn, dewy-bright,

The Days

© Edwin Muir

Issuing from the Word

The seven days came,

When the last charge sounds
And the battle thunders o'er the plain,
Thunders o'er the trenches where the red streams flow,
Will it not be well with us,
Veterans, veterans,
If, beneath your torn old flag, we burst upon the foe?