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OH, to be in Canada now that Spring is merry,
Happy apple blossoms gay against the smiling green;
Here the lilac's purple plume and here the pink of cherry,
Hillsides just a drift of bloom with clover in between!

Patriotism

© Robert Fuller Murray

There was a time when it was counted high
To be a patriot-whether by the zeal
Of peaceful labour for the country's weal,
Or by the courage in her cause to die:

The Shell

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

O little, whisp'ring, murm'ring shell, say cans't thou tell to me
Good news of any stately ship that sails upon the sea?
I press my ear, O little shell, against thy rosy lips;
Cans't tell me tales of those who go down to the sea in ships?

Dust

© Carl Sandburg

Here is dust remembers it was a rose
one time and lay in a woman's hair.
Here is dust remembers it was a woman
one time and in her hair lay a rose.
Oh things one time dust, what else now is it
you dream and remember of old days?

March Of The Monks Of Bangor

© Sir Walter Scott

When the heathen trumpet's clang

Round beleaguer'd Chester rang,

The Squatters Daughter

© Henry Lawson

OUT in the west, where runs are wide,
And days than ours are hotter,
Not very far from Lachlan Side
There dwelt a wealthy squatter.

Alains Choice

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

By the side of a silvery streamlet,

That flowed through meadows green,

Art and Heart

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,
It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.
Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it,
And the finest phrase falls dead if there is no feeling behind it.

Unrequited

© Madison Julius Cawein

Passion? not hers! who held me with pure eyes:
One hand among the deep curls of her brow,
I drank the girlhood of her gaze with sighs:
She never sighed, nor gave me kiss or vow.

Margrave

© Robinson Jeffers

But who is our judge? It is likely the enormous
Beauty of the world requires for completion our ghostly increment,
It has to dream, and dream badly, a moment of its night.

Child's Talk In April

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I wish you were a pleasant wren,
And I your small accepted mate;
How we'd look down on toilsome men!
We'd rise and go to bed at eight
Or it may be not quite so late.

Svend Vonved

© George Borrow

Svend Vonved sits in his lonely bower;
He strikes his harp with a hand of power;
His harp return'd a responsive din;
Then came his mother hurrying in:
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

Genesis BK XXI

© Caedmon

(ll. 1400-1406) But no harm came nigh unto the ark, save that it
was lifted up to heaven, when the flood destroyed all creatures
on the earth; but Holy God, the Eternal King, the Lord of heaven,
stern of heart, preserved the ark when He unleashed the ocean
currents and their changing streams.

Angels

Came of old to houses lonely
Men with wings, but did not show them:
Angels come to our house, only,
For their wings, they do not know them!

© Rubén Dario

Oracion por Antonio Machado

Misterioso y silencioso

Before, Behind, And Beyond

O the sunny days before us, before us, before us,

When all was bright

Eight Echoes From The Poems Of August Angellier

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THE IVORY CRADLE

© Edward Lear

There was a Young Person of Smyrna,
Whose Grandmother threatened to burn her;
But she seized on the cat,
And said, 'Granny, burn that!
You incongruous Old Woman of Smyrna!'