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How Deacon Fry Bought A "Duchess."
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
It sorter skeer'd the neighbours round,
For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutches
Who
© Sri Aurobindo
In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest,
Whose is the hand that has painted the glow?
When the winds were asleep in the womb of the ether,
Who was it roused them and bade them to blow?
Aurora Leigh: Book Niinth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
An active kind of curse. I stood there cursed,
Confounded. I had seized and caught the sense
Of the letter, with its twenty stinging snakes,
In a moment's sweep of eyesight, and I stood
Dazed.-"Ah! not married."
The Masque of Plenty
© Rudyard Kipling
"How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life!
From the dawn to the even he strays -
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
(adagio dim.) Filled with praise!"
Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Orion: But an understanding tacit.
You have prospered much since the day we met;
You were then a landless knight;
You now have honour and wealth, and yet
I never can serve you right.
Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair
© John Keats
Chief of organic Numbers!
Old Scholar of the Spheres!
Thy spirit never slumbers,
But rolls about our ears
Farmer Downs Changes His Opinion Of Nature
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
"No," said old Farmer Downs to me,
"I ain't the facts denyin',
That all young folks in love must be,
As birds must be a-flyin'.
Don't go agin sech facts, because
I'm one as re-specks Natur's laws.
Keepen Up O Chrismas
© William Barnes
An' zoo you didden come athirt,
To have zome fun last night: how wer't?
Ballad of the Breadman
© Charles Causley
Mary stood in the kitchen
Baking a loaf of bread.
An angel flew in the window
Weve a job for you, he said.
Book Eleventh: France [concluded]
© William Wordsworth
But indignation works where hope is not,
And thou, O Friend! wilt be refreshed. There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble Living and the noble Dead.
Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Grace, tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to mine ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
The Defence of Lucknow
© Alfred Tennyson
I
BANNER of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thou
Dirge
© Charles Stuart Calverley
"Dr. Birch's young friends will reassemble to-day, Feb. 1st."
White is the wold, and ghostly
The dank and leafless trees;
And 'M's and 'N's are mostly
Humanity
© Charles Harpur
I dreamed I was a sculptor, and had wrought
Out of a towering adamantine crag
The Exiles' Line
© Rudyard Kipling
Twelve knots an hour, be they more or less -
Oh slothful mother of much idleness,
Whom neither rivals spur nor contracts speed!
Nay, bear us gently! Wherefore need we press?
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - part 01
© Torquato Tasso
THE ARGUMENT.
Gernando scorns Rinaldo should aspire
Queen Mab: Part IV.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh,
Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear,
