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The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for

© Emily Dickinson

The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude --

When Morgan crossed the Murray to Peechelba and doom
A sombre silent shadow rode with him through the gloom.
The wild things of the forest slunk from the outlaw's track,
The boobook croaked a warning, "Go back, go back, go back!"
It woke no answering echo in Morgan's blackened soul,
As onward through the darkness he rode towards his goal.

Mac O'Macorkity

© Henry Clay Work

Some people manage to get through the world!
The Mac-O'Macorkities probably will;
Yet they have their trials, and they have their troubles-
Do hear that "great fattin' pig squailin' for swill!"

To Her

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

YOUR presence like a benison to me

Wakes my sick soul to dreamful ecstasy,

Ballade Of Unfortunate Mammals

© Dorothy Parker

Prince, a precept I'd leave for you,
Coined in Eden, existing yet:
Skirt the parlor, and shun the zoo-
Women and elephants never forget.

Epigram : To Christina, Queen Of Sweden, With Cromwell's Picture (Translation)

© William Cowper

Christina, maiden of heroic mien!

Star of the North! of northern stars the queen!

Ad Juvencium. Cat. Ep. 49.

© Richard Lovelace

Mellitos oculos tuos, Juvenci,
Si quis me sinat usque basiare,
Usque ad millia basiem trecenta;
Nec unquam videat satur futurus:
Non si densior aridis aristis,
Sit nostrae seges osculationis.

The Drovers

© Roland Robinson

Over the plains of the whitening grass
and the stunted mulga the drovers pass,
and in the red dust cloud, each side
of the cattle, the native stockmen ride.

Sonnet XXIX

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

My weary life, that lives unsatisfied

On the foiled off-brink of being e'er but this,

Violets

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

A GUSTY wind o'ersweeps the garden close,
And, where the jonquil, with the white-rod glows,
Riots like some rude hoyden uncontrolled.
But here, where sunshine and coy shadows meet,
Out gleam the tender eyes of violets sweet,
Touched by the vapory noontide's fleeting gold.

The Lass That Made The Bed To Me

© Robert Burns

Chorus - The bonie lass made the bed to me,
The braw lass made the bed to me,
I'll ne'er forget till the day I die,
The lass that made the bed to me.

Fragment: There Is A Warm And Gentle Atmosphere

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

There is a warm and gentle atmosphere
About the form of one we love, and thus
As in a tender mist our spirits are
Wrapped in the of that which is to us
The health of lifes own life--

The Limit

© Edgar Albert Guest

I CAN stand for the man with the cute little bow

On the back of his green colored hat,

A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I will accept thy will to do and be,

Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,

Sonnet XXXIII. Life And Death. 5.

YET in all facts of sense life stands revealed;
And from a thousand symbols hope may take
Its charter to escape the Stygian lake,
And find existence in an ampler field.

The Roll Of The De Silve Race

Sire, your highness does me grace.
This, the last portrait, bears my form and name,
And you would write this motto on the frame!
"This last, sprung from the noblest and the best,
Betrayed his plighted troth, and sold his guest!"

A Toast To Wilkie Collins

THE painter's and the poet's fame
Shed their twinned lustre round his name,
To gild our story-teller's art,
Where each in turn must play his part.

Here In This Land

© Karl Kraus

Here in this land no one gets ridicule
but he who tells the truth. He then must stand
defenseless and attract some smirking, cool
disdain. Nothing dishonors in this land.