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Beranger's "Broken Fiddle"

© Eugene Field

There, there, poor dog, my faithful friend,
Pay you no heed unto my sorrow:
But feast to-day while yet you may,-
Who knows but we shall starve to-morrow!

I hear a cry from the Sansard cave,
O mother, will no one hearken?
A cry of the lost, will no one save?
A cry of the dead, though the oceans rave,
And the scream of a gull as he wheels o'er a grave,
While the shadows darken and darken.'

A Picture Seen In A Dream

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I saw the Goddess of the Evening pause
Between two mountain pillars. Tall as they
Appeared her stature, and her outstretched hands
Laid on those luminous cold summits, hung

At Applewaite, Near Keswick 1804

© William Wordsworth

BEAUMONT! it was thy wish that I should rear

A seemly Cottage in this sunny Dell,

"Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin"

© Madison Julius Cawein

I.

Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar;

To a Friend upon Overbury's wife given to her

© Henry King

I know no fitter subject for your view
Then this, a meditation ripe for you,
As you for it. Which when you read you'l see
What kind of wife your self will one day bee:

"I'm like all lovers, wanting love to be"

© Lesbia Harford

I'm like all lovers, wanting love to be
A very mighty thing for you and me.
In certain moods your love should be a fire
That burnt your very life up in desire.

A Song For Yule

© Madison Julius Cawein

The Gypsies Road

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I shall go on the gypsies' road,

The road that has no ending;

The Mother Gives Up Her Daughter

© Katharine Tynan

Though I must yield her up to you, her lover,
I have had sweetness more than you can know,
The little great-eyed maid beyond recover,
And all her tender worship long ago.

Ode To Beauty

© Henry James Pye

I.

Enchanting power! whose influence blest

St. Michael's Mount

© William Lisle Bowles

INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD SOMERS.

While summer airs scarce breathe along the tide,

The Rovers

© Henry Lawson

Some born of homely parents

For ages settled down

September

© Archibald Lampman

Now hath the summer reached her golden close,

And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,

A Friend's Greeting

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 Established

© James Baker

Each square is a slide towards the peril,
Each move becomes a series of doubt.
The pawn will creep, step by step.
Each time forward, the opposite flout.