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Gigantic daughter of the West,

© Alfred Tennyson

Gigantic daughter of the West,

We drink to thee across the flood,

The Change

© Edgar Albert Guest

Shes married to him now, and so
She doesn't think it worth her while
To put herself out much to show
Her charming ways or pleasant smile.

Then looking hard upon her, came to him
The power to feel and to perceive. Her teeth
Chattered, and all her limbs with shuddering failed,
And in her threadbare shawl was wrapped a child
That looked on him with wondering, wistful eyes.

Sappho II

© Sara Teasdale

Oh Litis, little slave, why will you sleep?
These long Egyptian noons bend down your head
Bowed like the yarrow with a yellow bee.
There, lift your eyes no man has ever kindled,

Our Captain's Last Words

© Henry Clay Work

Where the foremost flag was flying,

Pierce'd by many a shot and shell,

My Daughter and Apple Pie

© Raymond Carver

She serves me a piece of it a few minutes

out of the oven. A little steam rises

The Hollow

© Madison Julius Cawein

Fleet swallows soared and darted
'Neath empty vaults of blue;
Thick leaves close clung or parted
To let the sunlight through;
Each wild rose, honey-hearted,
Bowed full of living dew.

To Lady Beaumont

© William Wordsworth

LADY! the songs of Spring were in the grove

While I was shaping beds for winter flowers;

The Big Black Trawler

© Alfred Noyes

THE very best ship that ever I knew
-Ah-way O, to me O-
Was a big black trawler with a deep-sea crew-
Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.

Rome And Nature

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Rome has fallen, ye see it lying
Heaped in undistinguished ruin:
Nature is alone undying.

The Undiscovered Country

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Forever am I conscious, moving here,

That should I step a little space aside

Cicely

© Francis Bret Harte

Cicely says you're a poet; maybe,--I ain't much on rhyme:
I reckon you'd give me a hundred, and beat me every time.
Poetry!--that's the way some chaps puts up an idee,
But I takes mine "straight without sugar," and that's what's the matter with me.

In Grandmamma's Kitchen

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riot-
The cream in a pot on the shelf,
Where everything always seemed peaceful and quiet,
Got whipped, for I heard it myself.
And grandmamma said-such a queer thing to say,
That it made some things better to whip them that way.

Dedication - The Poems Of Goeth

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

By new-born flow'rs that full of dew-drops hung;
The youthful day awoke with ecstacy,
And all things quicken'd were, to quicken me.

Ye Wearie Wayfarer [A Dedication to the author of Holmby House"

Fytte I
By Wood and Wold
[A Preamble]

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© Owen Suffolk

Thou sinless and sweet one - thy voice is a strain

Which yields solace to sadness, and balm to my pain,

On Returning To Greece In 1842

Ten years ago I deemed that if once more
I trod on Grecian soil, 'twould be to find
The presence of a great informing mind
That should the glorious past somewise restore;

When First We Faced

When first we faced, and touching showed
How well we knew the early moves,
Behind the moonlight and the frost,
The excitement and the gratitude,
There stood how much our meeting owed
To other meetings, other loves.

Rejected

© Henry Lawson

You might try to drown the sorrow, but the drink has no effect;
You cannot stand the barmaid with her coarse and vulgar wit;
And so you seek the street again, and start for home direct,
When youre hit, old manhard hit.