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Sad eyes! the blue sea laughs as heretofore.
Ah, singing birds, your happy music pour;
Ah, poets, leave the sordid earth awhile;
Flit to these ancient gods we still adore:
"It may be we shall touch the happy isle."

Centennial

© John Hay

A hundred times the bells of Brown
Have rung to sleep the idle summers,
And still to-day clangs clamoring down
A greeting to the welcome comers.

Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto I

© Samuel Butler

But she, who well enough knew what
(Before he spoke) he would be at,
Pretended not to apprehend
The mystery of what he mean'd;.
And therefore wish'd him to expound
His dark expressions, less profound.

Tragedy

© Harry Graham

That morning, when my wife eloped
With James, our chauffeur, how I moped!
What tragedies in life there are!
I'm dashed if I can start the car.

Take It Fightin

© Henry Lawson

WHEN youve got no chance at all,
Take it fightin.
When youre driven to the wall,
Take it fightin.

Sleep

© James Weldon Johnson

O Sleep, thou kindest minister to man,
Silent distiller of the balm of rest,
How wonderful thy power, when naught else can,
To soothe the torn and sorrow-laden breast!

Winding The Clock

© Edgar Albert Guest

When I was but a little lad, my old Grandfather said

That none should wind the clock but he, and so, at time for bed,

Riderless

© William Henry Ogilvie

A broken bridle trailing,

A saddle scratched and scarred

The Gathering of the Brown-Eyed

© Henry Lawson

THE BROWN EYES came from Asia, where all mystery is true,
Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, and blue;
And the Brown Eyes came to Egypt, which is called the gypsies home,
And the Brown Eyes went from Egypt and Jerusalem to Rome.

The Columbiad: Book IV

© Joel Barlow

Yet must we mark, the bondage of the mind
Spreads deeper glooms, and subj ugates mankind;
The zealots fierce, whom local creeds enrage,
In holy feuds perpetual combat wage,
Support all crimes by full indulgence given,
Usurp the power and wield the sword of heaven,

The Little Grand Duchess

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WHAT a pure and chastened splendor,
What a grace of joyance tender,
Like to starlight or to moonlight,
Melting into fairy Junelight,

The British Tar

© William Schwenck Gilbert

A British tar is a soaring soul,

As free as a mountain bird,

The Flight of Peace

© Charles Harpur

TRUST and Treachery, Wisdom, Folly,
Madness, Mirth and Melancholy,
Love and Hatred, Thrift and Pillage,
All are housed in one small village.

Ortho's Epitaph

© Theocritus

Friend, Ortho of Syracuse gives thee this charge:
Never venture out, drunk, on a wild winter's night.
I did so and died. My possessions were large;
Yet the turf that I'm clad with is strange to me quite.

My Mother

© Ann Taylor

Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

Oojah-ka-Piv

The people who live
On the Oojah-ka-Piv
Stand around in bundles of nine

Commination

© John Keble

The prayers are o'er: why slumberest thou so long,

Thou voice of sacred song?

Thou little child, with tender, clinging arms,
Drop thy sweet head, my darling, down and rest
Upon my shoulder, rest with all thy charms;
Be soothed and comforted, be loved and blessed.