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Monodies

© Charles Harpur

I.

I stand in thought beside my fathers grave:

The Sea-Wife

© Rudyard Kipling

There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate,
And a wealthy wife is she;
She breeds a breed o' rovin' men
And casts them over sea.

Youth In Age

© George Meredith

Once I was part of the music I heard
On the boughs or sweet between earth and sky,
For joy of the beating of wings on high
My heart shot into the breast of the bird.

Seal Lullaby

© Rudyard Kipling

Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, O'er the combers, looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.

Wert Thou but illthat I might show thee

© Emily Dickinson

Wert Thou but illthat I might show thee
How long a Day I could endure
Though thine attention stop not on me
Nor the least signal, Me assure

"Welcome, Dear Heart, and a Most Kind Good-Morrow"

© Thomas Hood

Welcome, dear Heart, and a most kind good-morrow;
The day is gloomy, but our looks shall shine:
Flowers I have none to give thee, but I borrow
Their sweetness in a verse to speak for thine.

1902
Who hath desired the Sea? -- the sight of salt wind-hounded --
The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber win hounded?
The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enormous, and growing --

The Burned Child

© Dorothy Parker

Love has had his way with me.
This my heart is torn and maimed
Since he took his play with me.
Cruel well the bow-boy aimed,

Screw-Guns

© Rudyard Kipling

Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,
I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule,
With seventy gunners be'ind me, an' never a beggar forgets
It's only the pick of the Army that handles the dear little pets -- 'Tss! 'Tss!

Sinne's Round

© George Herbert

Sorrie I am, my God, sorrie I am,
That my offences course it in a ring.
My thoughts are working like a busie flame,
Untill their cockatrice they hatch and bring:
And when they once have perfected their draughts,
My words take fire from my inflamed thoughts.

A School Song

© Rudyard Kipling

"Let us now praise famous men"--
Men of little showing--
For their work continueth,
And their work continueth,
Broad and deep continues,
Greater then their knowing!

Dely

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Jes' lak toddy wahms you thoo'

Sets yo' haid a reelin',

The Sacrifice of Er-Heb

© Rudyard Kipling

Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai
Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai
Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence the tale
Comes westward o'er the peaks to India.

Russia To The Pacifists

© Rudyard Kipling

1918
God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,
But--leave your sports a little while--the dead are borne
this way!

The Generals

Said General Clay to General Gore,
"Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore."
"I quite agree," said General Gore.

The Rupaiyat of Omar Kal'vin

Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt,
The Thoughtful Fisher casteth wide his Net;
So I with begging Dish and ready Tongue
Assail all Men for all that I can get.

A Trembling Star

© Ethel Turner

"There is my little trembling star," she said.
I looked; once more
The tender sea had put the sun to bed,
And heaven's floor
Was grey.

A Certain People

As Puritans they prominently wax,

And none more kindly gives and takes hard knocks.

Route Marchin'

We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains,
A little front o' Christmas-time an' just be'ind the Rains;
Ho! get away you bullock-man, you've 'eard the bugle blowed,
There's a regiment a-comin' down the Grand Trunk Road;