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Alexander And Phillip
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The cypress spread their gloom
Like a cloak from the noontide beam,
He flung back his dusty plume,
And plunged in the silver stream;
He plunged like the young steed, fierce and wild,
He was borne away like the feeble child.
Women's Song Of The Corn
© Amy Lowell
How beautiful are the corn rows,
Stretching to the morning sun,
Stretching to the evening sun.
Very beautiful, the long rows of corn.
Musagetes
© Madison Julius Cawein
For the mountains' hoarse greetings came hollow
From stormy wind-chasms and caves,
And I heard their wild cataracts wallow
Huge bulks in long spasms of waves,
And that Demon said, "Lo! you must follow!
And our path is o'er myriads of graves."
Goblins Of The Steppes
© Alexander Pushkin
Stormy clouds delirious straying,
Showers of whirling snowflakes white,
Psalm 23
© Sir Philip Sidney
The Lord, the Lord, my Shepherd is,
And so can never I
Taste misery:
He rests me in green pastures His:
By waters still and sweet,
He guides my feet.
The Squanderer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
God gave him passions, splendid as the sun,
Meant for the lordliest purposes; a part
Then Give Me a Hut in my Own Native Land
© Anonymous
Then give me a hut in my own native land,
Or a tent in the bush with the mountains so grand;
With the girl of my heart contented I'll be,
With a dear native girl to share it with me.
I Watch Swift Pictures
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I WATCH swift pictures flash and fade
On the closed curtains of my eyes,--
A bit of river green as jade
Under green skies;
O Thou Immortal Deity
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
O thou immortal deity
Whose throne is in the depth of human thought,
I do adjure thy power and thee
By all that man may be, by all that he is not,
By all that he has been and yet must be!
The Ride Of Rody Burke
© Alice Guerin Crist
The heat haze veiled the distant hills, the white clouds floated high,
Drifting in slow content across the blue Australian sky;
And down in Clancys paddock there were mirth and laughter gay,
Where the She-Oak Jockey Club were met upon St. Patricks day.
Davideis: A Sacred Poem Of The Troubles Of David (excerpt)
© Abraham Cowley
BOOK I (excerpt)
I sing the man who Judah's sceptre bore
Written On Cramond Beach
© Frances Anne Kemble
Farewell, old playmate! on thy sandy shore
My lingering feet will leave their print no more;
The Last Hero
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,
Forest History
© George Meredith
Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.
Heroic who came out; for round them hung
A wavering phantom's red volcano tongue,
With league-long lizard tail and fishy fin:
The Barberry-Bush
© Jones Very
The bush that has most briers and bitter fruit
Waits till the frost has turned its green leaves red,
The Forest Pine
© Robert Laurence Binyon
A hundred autumns fallen in fire
To dust and mould
Have faded from their perished gold
To throne thee higher,
Choer D'Esther
© Jean Racine
Il a vu contre nous les mechants s'assembler,
Et notre sang pret a couler;
Comme l'eau sur la terre ils allaient le repandre:
Du haut du ciel sa voix s'est fait entendre,
L'homme superbe est renverse,
Ses propres fleches l'ont perce.
