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The Staircase With A Hundred Steps

© Benjamin Péret

The blue eagle and the demon of the steppes

in the last cab in Berlin

Dauber

© John Masefield

I

Four bells were struck, the watch was called on deck,

Kensington Garden

© Thomas Tickell

Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring lands

Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,

A Woeful New Ballad Of The Protestant Conspiracy To Take The Popes Life

Come all ye Christian people, unto my tale give ear,
'Tis about a base consperracy, as quickly shall appear;
'Twill make your hair to bristle up, and your eyes to start and glow,
When of this dread consperracy you honest folks shall know.

Jack The Giant Killer

© James Whitcomb Riley

_Bad Boy's Version_.

Tell you a story--an' it's a fac':--

The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto V.

© Sir Walter Scott

Lord Dacre
"Forward, brave champions, to the fight!
Sound trumpets!" -

The Speeches of Gratulations

© Benjamin Jonson

Stay, what art thou, that in this strange attire,
Dar'st kindle stranger, and un-hallowed fire
Upon this Altar?

Verse

© Nizar Qabbani

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Friends
The old word is dead.
The old books are dead.
Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead.
Dead is the mind that led to defeat.

At Applewaite, Near Keswick 1804

© William Wordsworth

BEAUMONT! it was thy wish that I should rear

A seemly Cottage in this sunny Dell,

A Friend's Greeting

© Edgar Albert Guest

DIAMONDS wouldn't tell yer all I really think of you,
The costliest gift the goldsmith makes I'm sure would never do.
There's nothing known that gold can buy that I could ever send
That could explain how glad I am to have yer fer a friend.

The Task: Book I. -- The Sofa

© William Cowper

I sing the Sofa. I who lately sang

Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe

The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd version)

© John Clare

July the month of summers prime
Again resumes her busy time
Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell
Where solitude was wont to dwell

To Mrs. Mary Caesar

© Mary Barber

I read in your delighted Face,
The Nuptial Bands are ty'd:
From me congratulate her Grace,
Young Portland's lovely Bride.

Music:To A Boy Of Four Years Old, On Hearing Him Play The Harp

SWEET boy! before thy lips can learn
In speech thy wishes to make known,
Are "thoughts that breathe and words that burn"
Heard in thy music's tone.

Greedy Richard

© Ann Taylor

"I THINK I want some pies this morning,"
Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;
So down he threw his slate and books,
And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's.

Thou Shall Not Kill

I had grown weary of him; of his breath
And hands and features I was sick to death.
Each day I heard the same dull voice and tread;
I did not hate him: but I wished him dead.
And he must with his blank face fill my life--
Then my brain blackened; and I snatched a knife.

The Princes' Qust - Part the Fourth

So spake the Spirit unto him that dreamed,
And suddenly that world of shadow seemed
More shadowy; and all things began to blend
Together: and the dream was at an end.