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The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies
When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes,
I looked out to the oak that, winter-long,
- a winter wild with war and woe and wrong -
Beyond my casement had been void of song.

We Fought for - South of the Walls

© Li Po

Died for - North of the Ramparts(to an old tune)

We fought for Mulberry Springs

The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 10

© William Langland

Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,

That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.

The Muses Threnodie: Seventh Muse

© Henry Adamson

To Moncrieff eastern, then to Wallace town,
To Fingask of Dundas; thence passing down
Unto the Rynd, as martial men we fare;
What life man's heart could wish more void of care?
Passing the river Earn, on the other side,
Drilling our sojers, vulgars were afraid.

Song Of Sardanapalus

© Hume Nisbet

I
'WHAT am I? a God or Man?
Man is God when great and rich
God is man when in the ditch.
Ho, there! servers, fill each can!

Written In Juice Of Lemon

© Abraham Cowley

Whilst what I write I do not see,
I dare thus, ev'n to you, write poetry.
Ah, foolish Muse! which dost so high aspire,
And know'st her judgment well,
How much it does thy power excel,
Yet dar'st be read by, thy just doom, the fire.

Getting Stout

© William Henry Drummond

Eighteen, an' face lak de--w'ats de good?

Deres no use tryin' explain

Christmas

© Virna Sheard

With all the little children, far and near,
God wot! to-day we'll sing a song of cheer!
To rosy lips and eyes, that know not guile,
We one and all will give back smile for smile;
And for the sake of all the small and gay
We will be children also for to-day.

Rimas XVI

© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer

Si al mecer las azules campanillas
De tu balcon,
Crees que suspirando pasa el viento
Murmurador,
Sabe que, oculto entre las verdes hojas,
Suspiro yo.

My Beloved

© Rabia al Basri

My peace, O my brothers and sisters, is my solitude,

And my Beloved is with me always,

The Horse Thief

© William Rose Benet

There he moved, cropping the grass at the purple canyons lip.
His mane was mixed with the moonlight that silvered his snow-white side,
For the moon sailed out of a cloud with the wake of a spectral ship.
I crouched and I crawled on my belly, my lariat coil looped wide.

Constancy In Inconstancy

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

An Old Mans Confession
SHE has a large still heart--this lady of mine,
(Not mine, i'faith! nor would I that she were
She walks this world of ours like Grecian nymph,

An Evening Song

Good night, love!

May heaven's brightest stars watch over thee!

Rime 43

Harsh is my fortune, but harsher still is the fate
dealt me by my count: he flees from me,
I follow him; others long for me,
I cannot look at another man's face.

The Twenty-Third Psalme

The God of love my shepherd is,
And he that doth me feed:
While he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want or need?

A Child in the Garden

Then just within the gate I saw a child, -
A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;
He held his hands to me, and softly smiled
With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear:
"Come in," he said, "and play awhile with me;"
"I am the little child you used to be."