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To whom the King, `Peace to thine eagle-borne
Dead nestling, and this honour after death,
Following thy will! but, O my Queen, I muse
Why ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone
Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn,
And Lancelot won, methought, for thee to wear.'

The Invitation: To Tom Hughes

© Charles Kingsley

Come away with me, Tom,

Term and talk are done;

The Death Of President Lincoln

© Joseph Furphy

Now let the howling tempest roar
For Booth can feel its force no more;
Now let the captors bend their steel
Against the form that cannot feel
Their tyranny has spent its hour
And Booth is far beyond their power.

Businesse

© George Herbert

Rivers run, and springs each one
Know their home, and get them gone:
Hast thou tears, or hast thou none?

A Convict's Lament on the Death of Captain Logan

© Anonymous

I am a native of the land of Erin,
and lately banished from that lovely shore;
I left behind my aged parents

Phil-O-Rum's Canoe

© William Henry Drummond

O Ma ole canoe! w'at's matter wit' you,

an' w'y was you be so slow?

A Last Prayer

© Helen Hunt Jackson

FATHER, I scarcely dare to pray,
So clear I see, now it is done,
That I have wasted half my day,
And left my work but just begun;

Vision Of Columbus - Book 9

© Joel Barlow

Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,

Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.

The Lost Wife

© Stephen Vincent Benet

In the daytime, maybe, your heart's not breaking,
For there's the sun and the sky and working
And the neighbors to give you a word or hear you,
But, ah, the long nights when the wind comes shaking
The cold, black curtain, pulling and jerking,
And no one there in the bed to be near you.

Satyr XI. The Court

© Thomas Parnell

What greater dangers can be mett with there
Where lions rage & dragons poison air
With open forces to destroy they run
& can be shunnd because they can be known
But at ye court the Lions like the deer
& dragons like the gentle lambs appear

The Spagnoletto. Act I

© Emma Lazarus

SCENE--During the first four acts, in Naples; latter part of the
fifth act, in Palermo. Time, about 1655.

Frances Keeps Her Promise

© Ann Taylor

"MY Fanny, I have news to tell,
Your diligence quite pleases me;
You've work'd so neatly, read so well,
With cousin Jane you may take tea.

The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

PHILIP [aside]. If to find my death I come,
Why precipitate my doom?
But so patient who could be
As to not desire to see
What impends, how dark its gloom?

Cultural Exchange

© Langston Hughes

Pushcarts fold and unfold
In a supermarket sea.
And we better find out, mama,
Where is the colored laundromat
Since we move dup to Mount Vernon.

Company K

© Anonymous

There is a cap in the closet,

Old, tattered, and blue-

The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 7

AND thou, O matron of immortal fame,

Here dying, to the shore hast left thy name;

The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me

Uncle Sidney, when he wuz here,
Maked me a squirtgun out o' some
Elder-bushes 'at growed out near
Where wuz the brickyard--'way out clear
To where the toll-gate come!

Don Juan: Canto The Second

Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,

Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,

The Murrumbidgee Shearer

© Anonymous

Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to you
Some of my observations - adventures, too, a few.
I've travelled about the country for miles full many a score,
And oft-times would have hungered, but for the cheek I bore.