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The Jolly Dead March
© Henry Lawson
If I ever be worthy or famous
Which Im sadly beginning to doubt
The Shakedown on the Floor
© Henry Lawson
Set me back for twenty summers
For Im tired of cities now
The Poet's Song
© Archibald Lampman
There came no change from week to week
On all the land, but all one way,
Like ghosts that cannot touch nor speak,
Day followed day.
The Old M en
© Rudyard Kipling
This is our lot if we live so long and labour unto the end
Then we outlive the impatient years and the much too patient friend:
And because we know we have breath in our mouth and think we have thoughts enough in our head,
We shall assume that we are alive, whereas we are really dead.
O, This Is Blessing, This Is Rest
© Anna Laetitia Waring
O, this is blessing, this is rest
Unto Thine arms, O Lord, I flee:
Coronation Poem And Prayer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The world has crowned a thousand kings:
But destiny has kept
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV A Riddle Solved
Kind souls, you wonder why, love you,
When you, you wonder why, love none.
We love, Fool, for the good we do,
Not that which unto us is done!
Hymn 117
© Isaac Watts
Behold the potter and the clay,
He forms his vessels as he please:
Such is our God, and such are we,
The subjects of his high decrees.
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,
Prayer
© Alan Dugan
God, I need a job because I need money.
Here the world is, enjoyable with whiskey,
Medallion
© Sylvia Plath
By the gate with star and moon
Worked into the peeled orange wood
The bronze snake lay in the sun
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Love's Immortality
When all Thy Mercies, O My God
© Joseph Addison
When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, Im lost
In wonder, love and praise.
The Shallow Heart!
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"PITY her," say'st thou, "pity her!" nay, not I!
Her heart is shallow as yon garrulous rill
That froths o'er pebbles: grief, true grief is still,
Deathfully solemn as eternity
Capital Punishment
© Edgar Albert Guest
PROUD is the state of its millions of men,
And proud is the state of its name;
The Alchemist: Prologue
© Benjamin Jonson
Fortune, that favours fools, these two short hours,
We wish away, both for your sakes and ours,
Dawn in the Mountains
© Charles Harpur
It is the morning star, arising slow
Out of yon hills dark bulk, as she were born
Olney Hymn 42: Self-Acquaintance
© William Cowper
Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart,
Which of itself complains,
And mourns, with much and frequent smart,
The evil it contains.
From The Building of the Ship
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Republic
THOU, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
