AH! hills beloved!--where once, a happy child,
Your beechen shades, 'your turf, your flowers among,'
I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild,
And woke your echoes with my artless song.

A Marriage Ring

© George Crabbe

THE ring, so worn as you behold,
So thin, so pale, is yet of gold:
The passion such it was to prove
Worn with lifes care, love yet was love.

In Prison

© Li Yu

A rule of forty years;

A kingdom of a thousand miles;

The Poor Can Feed the Birds

© John Shaw Neilson

Ragged, unheeded, stooping, meanly shod,
The poor pass to the pond: not far away
The spires go up to God.

Brightens Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier's Story]

© Henry Lawson

AT A POINT where the old road crosses

The river, and turns to the right,

The Honest Shepherd

© Matthew Prior

When hungry wolves had trespass'd on the fold,

And the robb'd shepherd his sad story told,

I Do But Ask That You Be Always Fair

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

I do but ask that you be always fair

That I forever may continue kind;

The Taking Of Quebec

© Oliver Goldsmith

STANZAS ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC, AND DEATH OF

GENERAL WOLFE

Sonnet XXIV

Something in me was born before the stars

And saw the sun begin from far away.

The butter an' the cheese weel stowit they be,
I sit on the hen-coop the eggs on my knee,
The lang kail jigs as we jog owre the rigs,
The gray mare's tail it wags wi' the kail,
The warm simmer sky is blue aboon a',
An' whiddie, whuddie, whaddie, gang the auld wheels twa.

The Gift Of The Gods

© Edith Nesbit

"GIVE me thy dreams," she said, and I
With empty hands and very poor,
Watched my fair flowery visions die
Upon the temple's marble floor.

Planting a Lichi Tree

© Bai Juyi

The red fruit of the lichi

Is as precious as the pearl.

There Are Faeries

There are faeries. I could swear
I have seen them busy, where
Roses loose their scented hair,
In the moonlight weaving, weaving,

Noey's Night-Piece

"It _seemed_ a good-'eal _longer_, but I _know_
He sung and plunked there half a' hour er so
Afore, it 'peared like, he could ever git
His own free qualified consents to quit
And go off 'bout his business. When he went
I bet you could a-bought him fer a cent!