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A Hungry Day

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

I MIND him well, he was a quare ould chap,
Come like meself from swate ould Erin's sod;
He hired me wanst to help his harvest in-
The crops was fine that summer, praised be God!

Charley Turner

© Henry Lawson

When Charley sang of Polans Death
Twould stir your heart and soul an
youd grip your seat and hold your breath.
And want to fight for Polan

"A Little While I Fain Would Linger Yet."

A LITTLE while (my life is almost set!)
I fain would pause along the downward way,
Musing an hour in this sad sunset-ray,
While, Sweet! our eyes with tender tears are wet;
A little hour I fain would linger yet.

Girl-Gladness

© Zora Bernice May Cross

Its holiday time on the hollyhock hills,

And I wish you would come with me laddie-love, now,

Sir Thomas Lawrence

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

DIVINEST art, the stars above
Were fated on thy birth to shine;
Oh, born of beauty and of love,
What early poetry was thine!

The Sonnets To Orpheus: I

© Rainer Maria Rilke

A tree ascended there. Oh pure transcendence!
Oh Orpheus sings! Oh tall tree in the ear!
And all things hushed. Yet even in that silence
a new beginning, beckoning, change appeared.

Old Japan

© Alfred Noyes

In old Japan, by creek and bay,

The blue plum-blossoms blow,

The Joy Of The Cross

© William Cowper

Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
My soul to that dear hand of thine,
Without reserve or fear;
That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes;
Or into smiles of glad surprise
Transform the falling tear.

I, Too.

© Langston Hughes

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed

The Leper

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

NOTHING is better, I well think,
Than love; the hidden well-water
Is not so delicate to drink:
This was well seen of me and her.

A Parody

© William Shenstone

When first, Philander, first I came

Where Avon rolls his winding stream,

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXVII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

At such a time indeed of youth's first morn,
There is a heaving of the soul in pain,
A mighty labour as of joys unborn,
Which grieves it and disquiets it in vain.

Ezekiel

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Ezekiel in the Valley of Dry Bones
Heard the word of the Lord commanding him:
`Prophesy to these bones, that they may live.'
There was a noise and a shaking; and bone to bone
Clove together, and sinew and flesh came on them.

The Initiation

© Edward Dowden

UNDER the flaming wings of cherubim

I moved toward that high altar. O, the hour!

The Brus Book XII

© John Barbour

[The king prepares his division]
Now Douglas furth his wayis tais,
And in that selff tyme fell throw cais

The Moated Manse

I.

And now once more we stood within the walls

Apollo Laughs

"APOLLO laughs," the proverb tells,

Far echo of old oracles,

Tuesday In Easter Week

© John Keble

Thou first-born of the year's delight,
Pride of the dewy glade,
In vernal green and virgin white,
Thy vestal robes, arrayed:

By Hut, Homestead And Shearing Shed,

© Henry Lawson

By hut, homestead and shearing shed,
By railroad, coach and track-
By lonely graves where rest the dead,
Up-Country and Out-Back:
To where beneath the clustered stars
The dreamy plains expand-