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This country nurtured hope...

© Godfrey Mutiso Gorry

This country nurtured hope decayed,
The politician cruises on a 4WD guzzler,
The thief.
Feeling the base of his belly.

The Miller Of Dee

© Charles Mackay

There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,

Beside the river Dee;

An Ode To My Jailed Friend

© Godfrey Mutiso Gorry

Unmasked
The spirits' face is a black hole
Swallowing the celestial beauty
Of the stars.

On Two Ministers of State

© Hilaire Belloc

Lump says that Caliban's of gutter breed,
And Caliban says Lump's a fool indeed,
And Caliban and Lump and I are all agreed.

A Glimpse Of Pan

© James Whitcomb Riley

I caught but a glimpse of him. Summer was here.

And I strayed from the town and its dust and heat.

The Marmozet

© Hilaire Belloc

The species Man and Marmozet
Are intimately linked;
The Marmozet survives as yet,
But Men are all extinct.

Where I?

© Robinson Jeffers

This woman cannot live more than one year.

Her growing death is hidden in a hopeless place,

The Dromedary

© Hilaire Belloc

The Dromedary is a cheerful bird:
I cannot say the same about the Kurd.

The Coming Of Arthur

© Alfred Tennyson

Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none other child;
And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.

Song

© Hilaire Belloc

Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening yearYou wear the morning like your dress
And are with mastery crownd;
When as you walk your loveliness
Goes shining all around:

Midnight

© Archibald Lampman

From where I sit, I see the stars,
And down the chilly floor
The moon between the frozen bars
Is glimmering dim and hoar.

On the Ladies of Pixton

© Hilaire Belloc

Three Graces; and the mother were a Grace,
But for profounder meaning in her face.

M'Fingal - Canto I

© John Trumbull

When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule,

First put the British troops to school;

On the Little God

Of all the gods that gave me all their glories
To-day there deigns to walk with me but one.
I lead him by the hand and tell him stories.
It is the Queen of Cyprus' little son.

Say it's the little winking of an eye
Which in that issue is uncurtained quite;
A little sleep that helpsa moment by
Between the thin dawn and the large daylight.
Ah! tell me more than yet was hoped of men;
Swear that's true now, and I'll believe it then.