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The good old-fashioned mothers and the good old-fashioned dads,
With their good old-fashioned lassies and their good old-fashioned lads,
Still walk the lanes of loving in their simple, tender ways,
As they used to do back yonder in the good old-fashioned days.

A Letter To Monsieur Boileau Despreaux, Occasioned By The Victory At Blenheim

© Matthew Prior

Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must sing

Successive conquests and a glorious King;

"Beyond the pasture's withered bents "

© Alfred Austin

Beyond the pasture's withered bents,
Upstanding hop, recumbent fleece,
And sheaves of wheat, like weathered tents,
A twilight bivouac of peace.

Sonnet to the Moon

© Helen Maria Williams

The glitt'ring colours of the day are fled;

Come, melancholy orb! that dwell'st with night,

The Greek Partisan

© William Cullen Bryant

Our free flag is dancing

In the free mountain air,

Batty

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

The baby bat
Screamed out in fright,
'Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light.'

The Zenana

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

And fragrant though the flowers are breathing,
From far and near together wreathing,
They are not those she used to wear,
Upon the midnight of her hair.

Rain And Wind

© Madison Julius Cawein

I hear the hoofs of horses
Galloping over the hill,
Galloping on and galloping on,
When all the night is shrill
With wind and rain that beats the pane--
And my soul with awe is still.

Olney Hymn 36: Afflictions Sanctified By The Word

© William Cowper

Oh how I love Thy holy Word,
Thy gracious covenant, O Lord!
It guides me in the peaceful way;
I think upon it all the day.

Living Is -

© Piet Hein

Living is
a thing you do
now or never -
which do you?

Dogs

© Ellis Parker Butler

Dogs is mighty useful beasts
They might seem bad at first
They might seem worser right along
But when they're dead
They're wurst.

She's such a senseless wooden thing

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

She stares the livelong day;
Her wig of gold is stiff and cold
And cannot change to grey.

John Ford: VI

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

HEW hard the marble from the mountains heart

Where hardest night holds fast in iron gloom

With Arms Outstretched

© Laura Sewell

with

arms outstretched

The earth had transformed the oaks (Canti di Milosao, excerpt from canto l)

The earth had transformed the oaks,

Fresh sea water sparkled

Interior

The gaunt brown walls
Look infinite in their decent meanness.
There is nothing of home in the noisy kettle,
The fulsome fire.

Hudibras: Part 2 - Canto II

Quoth RALPHO, Honour's but a word
To swear by only in a Lord:
In other men 'tis but a huff,
To vapour with instead of proof;
That, like a wen, looks big and swells,
Is senseless, and just nothing else.