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Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV)

© Alexander Pope

Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,

Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?

Washing the Dishes

© Christopher Morley

WHEN we on simple rations sup
How easy is the washing up!
But heavy feeding complicates
The task by soiling many plates.

On The Road

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

October, and eleven after dark:

Both mist and night. Among us in the coach

Sonnet 92: Be Your Words Made

© Sir Philip Sidney

Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,

That you allow me them by so small rate?

Da Leetla Boy

© Thomas Augustine Daly

Da spreeng ees com; but oh, da joy
Eet ees too late!
He was so cold, my leetla boy,
He no could wait.

Nine stages towards Knowing

© Benjamin Jonson

Abstracted in art,
in architecture,
in scholars detail;

Tale IX

© George Crabbe

course,"
Replied the Youth; "but has it power to force?
Unless it forces, call it as you will,
It is but wish, and proneness to the ill."
"Art thou not tempted?"--"Do I fall?" said

It's guessing time at our house; every evening after tea
We start guessing what old Santa's going to leave us on our tree.
Everyone of us holds secrets that the others-try to steal,
And that eyes and lips are plainly having trouble to conceal.
And a little lip that quivered just a bit the other night
Was a sad and startling warning that I mustn't guess it right.

The Lay of Poor Louise

© Sir Walter Scott

Ah, poor Louise! the livelong day
She roams from cot to castle gay;
And still her voice and viol say,
Ah, maids, beware the woodland way,
Think on Louise.

Eclogue 7: Meliboeus Corydon Thrysis

© Publius Vergilius Maro

CORYDON
"Libethrian Nymphs, who are my heart's delight,
Grant me, as doth my Codrus, so to sing-
Next to Apollo he- or if to this
We may not all attain, my tuneful pipe
Here on this sacred pine shall silent hang."