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French Leave

© Claude McKay

No servile little fear shall daunt my will
This morning. I have courage steeled to say
I will be lazy, conqueringly still,
I will not lose the hours in toil this day.

Italy : 40. Banditti

© Samuel Rogers

'Tis a wild life, fearful and full of change,
The mountain-robber's. On the watch he lies,
Levelling his carbine at the passenger;
And, when his work is done, he dares not sleep.

Dawn in New York

© Claude McKay

The Dawn! The Dawn! The crimson-tinted, comes
Out of the low still skies, over the hills,
Manhattan's roofs and spires and cheerless domes!
The Dawn! My spirit to its spirit thrills.

After the Winter

© Claude McKay

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning's white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,

The Duellist - Book III

© Charles Churchill

Ah me! what mighty perils wait

The man who meddles with a state,

At evening I watch the buzzards, the crows,
Arise. They swing black in natures flow and perfection,
High in sad carmine of sunset. Forgiveness
Is not indicated. It is superfluous. They are
What they are.

The Dance To Death. Act I

© Emma Lazarus

This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to the
memory of George Eliot, the illustrious writer, who did most among
the artists of our day towards elevating and ennobling the spirit
of Jewish nationality.

Yesterday

© Edgar Albert Guest

I've trod the links with many a man,
And played him club for club;
'Tis scarce a year since I began
And I am still a dub.

Hard Luck

© Edgar Albert Guest

Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extry sad;

Australia's Peril [The Warning]

© Henry Lawson

We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son,
For the wrong we have taken part in and the wrong that we have seen done.
Let the bride of frivolous fashion, and of ease, be ashamed and dumb,
For I tell you the nations shall rule us who have let their children come!

Lily-Bell and Thistledown Song I

© Louisa May Alcott

Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam

Of golden sunlight shines

Fame

© James Whitcomb Riley

I

Once, in a dream, I saw a man

How Are You Sanitary?

© Francis Bret Harte

Down the picket-guarded lane

Rolled the comfort-laden wain,

Italy : 43. The Bag Of Gold

© Samuel Rogers

I dine very often with the good old Cardinal * * and, I
should add, with his cats; for they always sit at his table,
and are much the gravest of the company. His beaming
countenance makes us forget his age; nor did I ever see

To William Wordsworth

Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good !
Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)

Ode

O tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire;
One morn is in the mighty heaven,
And one in our desire.

The Captivity

FIRST PROPHET.
AIR.
Our God is all we boast below,
To him we turn our eyes;
And every added weight of woe
Shall make our homage rise.

How Rumplestilz Held Out In Vain For A Bonus

The Moral is: All said and done,
There's nothing new beneath the sun,
And many times before, a title
Was incapacity's requital!

Fears In Solitude

[Image][Image][Image][Image][Image] May my fears,
My filial fears, be vain ! and may the vaunts
And menace of the vengeful enemy
Pass like the gust, that roared and died away
In the distant tree : which heard, and only heard
In this low dell, bowed not the delicate grass.