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The Coming Of Te Rauparaha.

© Arthur Henry Adams

BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping banners
From the flaming battlements of sunset
Hung suspended; and within his whare
Hipe, last of Ngatiraukawa's chieftains,

Xvi

© Emily Dickinson

To fight aloud, is very brave
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Cavalry of Woe

Sonnet IV

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

I could not think of thee as piecèd rot,

Yet such thou wert, for thou hadst been long dead;

The Sinking Ship

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

The ship is sinking, come ye one and all.

Stand fast and so this weakness overhaul,

Verses Written At Bath, On Finding The Heel Of A Shoe

© William Cowper

Fortune! I thank thee: gentle goddess! thanks!

Not that my muse, though bashful, shall deny

If it's wrong to believe in the land that we love
And to pray for Our Flag to the good God above;
If it's wrong to believe that Our Country is best;
That honor's her standard, and truth is her crest;
If placing her first in our prayers and our song
Is false to true reason, we're glad to be wrong.

The Borough. Letter XIX: The Parish-Clerk

© George Crabbe

WITH our late Vicar, and his age the same,
His clerk, hight Jachin, to his office came;
The like slow speech was his, the like tall slender

The Singing Wood

© Margaret Widdemer

I FOLLOWED far from the roadway

After my golden ball

Surrender

© Edith Nesbit

Oh, the nights were dark and cold,

When my love was gone.

St. Bartholomew

© John Keble

Hold up thy mirror to the sun,
And thou shalt need an eagle's gaze,
So perfectly the polished stone
Gives back the glory of his rays:

'The Age Demanded'

© Ezra Pound

For or this agility chance found
Him of all men, unfit
As the red-beaked steeds of
The Cythersean for a chain bit.

On Queen Anne's Peace, Anno 1713

© Thomas Parnell

Mother of plenty, daughter of the skies,
Sweet Peace, the troubl'd world's desire, arise;
Around thy poet weave thy summer shades,
Within my fancy spread thy flow'ry meads,
Amongst thy train soft ease and pleasure bring,
And thus indulgent sooth me whilst I sing.

A timid grace sits trembling in her eye

© Charles Lamb

A timid grace sits trembling in her eye,

As loath to meet the rudeness of men's sight,

Ode 1957: An intellectual

Intellectuals try not to drown,
while the whole purpose of loves
is drowning.

To Iris

© Edith Nesbit

IF I might build a palace, fair

With every joy of soul and sense,

Hattie House

Come all kind friends, wherever you may be,
Come listen to what I say,
It's of a little girl that was pleasant to see,
And she died while out doors at play.