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The Wind That Lifts The Fog

© William Henry Drummond

Over de sea de schooner boat

_Star of de Sout'_ is all afloat,

The Rivals

© Carolyn Wells

Two well-built men, neither giant nor dwarf,

Were Monsieur Elims and Mynheer Nworf.

They have long used army rank-terms, and oh, say what it shall be,
When a few come back the real thing, and when one comes back V.C.!
They will bang the drum at Crows Nest, they will bang it on the Shore,
They will bang the drum in Kent-street as they never banged before.
And At Last theyll frighten Satan from the Mansion and the Slum
Hell have never heard till that time such a Banging of the Drum.

Questions

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

What is the secret of your life, browsing ox,

Ox the sweet grass eating?

Sonnet. "'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all"

© Frances Anne Kemble

'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all,

All the fond visions hope's bright finger traces,

Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 04 - Pre Winter

© Kalidasa

"Delightful are trees and fields with the outgrowth of new tender-leaves and crops, Lodhra trees are with their blossomy flowers, crops of rice are completely ripened, but now lotuses are on their surcease by far, for the dewdrops are falling… hence, this is the time of pre-winter that drew nigh…

"The busts of flirtatious women that are graced by bosomy bosoms are bedaubed and reddened with the redness of heart-stealing saffrony skincare, called Kashmir kumkum, on which embellished are the white pendants that are in shine with the whiteness of whitish dewdrops, white jasmines, and whitely moon…

What Time the Morning Stars Arise

© Jean Blewett

ABOVE him spreads the purple sky,
Beneath him spreads the ether sea,
And everywhere about him lie
Dim ports of space, and mystery.

Italy : 48. The Harper

© Samuel Rogers

It was a harper, wandering with his harp,
His only treasure; a majestic man,
By time and grief ennobled, not subdued;
Though from his height descending, day by day,

The Braes of Yarrow

© William Hamilton

BUSK ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride!

Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow!

Autumn Cold

© Bai Juyi

here's my snowy crown

time's tinted decrepitude

A Lament

© Oscar Wilde

O well for him who lives at ease

With garnered gold in wide domain,

With Oars at Rest

© Boris Pasternak

A boat is beating in the breast of the lake.
Willows hang over, tickling and kissing
Neckline and knuckles and rowlocks-O wait,
This could have happened to anyone, listen!

Imitation Of Tibullus

© George Gordon Byron

Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease
Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please?
Alas! I wish'd but to o'ercome the pain,
That I might live for love and you again;
But now I scarcely shall bewail my fate:
By death alone I can avoid your hate

Reproach Me Not

Reproach me not e'en if I earn your indignation;
Know: of us two you are to be more envied far.
Unlike my love for you, yours is sincere, unmarred
By jealousy's mistrust, its rancour and vexation.

'Poleon Dore

You have never hear de story of de young Napoleon Doré? Los' hees life upon de reever w'en de lumber drive go down?
W'ere de rapide roar lak tonder, dat's de place he's goin' onder,
W'en he's try save Paul Desjardins, 'Poleon hese'f is drown.

Sassoon's Public Statement Of Defiance

"I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority, because I believe the war is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it.

I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that this war, upon which I entered as a war of defence and liberation has now become a war of aggression and conquest. I believe that the purposes for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects witch actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation.