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Bitterness

© Victoria Mary Sackville-West

Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mild
Even in indignation, taking by the hand
One that obeyed them mutely, as a child
Submissive to a law he does not understand.

If

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

If he would come to-day, to-day, to-day,
O, what a day to-day would be!
But now he's away, miles and miles away
From me across the sea.

The Mayfair Love-Song

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Winter and summer, night and morn,

I languish at this table dark;

When There Is Peace

© Henry Austin Dobson

When there is Peace our land no more

Will be the land we knew of yore.

If the final good
Of ages and their anguished sacrifice
May be destroyed by villany and gold
Procured by villany. Enough of grief!
Turn loose life's carnival, for those who miss
The flesh's lust, have lost the all in all!

Per Pacem Ad Lucem

© Adelaide Anne Procter

I DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be

A pleasant road;

Waiting

© George MacDonald

I waited for the Master
In the darkness dumb;
Light came fast and faster-
My light did not come!

A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A baby's cradle with no baby in it,
A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;
The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,
The body waiting here.

The Descendents Of Cain

© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

He did not lie the ghost, so sad and thoughtful,
That from a star took his name by a chance,
When he had said, Dont fear the Lord, to us,
Just try the fruit and be like Him immortal.

The Monkey

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

1 little monkey
was goin' 2 the store
when he saw a banana 3
he'd never climbed be4.

Hunger

© Arthur Rimbaud

Beneath the bush a wolf will howl, Spitting bright feathers
From his feast of fowl: Like him, I devour myself.
Waiting to be gathered, Fruits and grasses spend their hours;
The spider spinning in the hedge, Eats only flowers.
Let me sleep! Let me boil, On the altars of Solomon;
Let me soak the rusty soil, And flow into Kendron.

The Colored Band

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

W'EN de colo'ed ban' comes ma'chin' down de street,

Don't you people stan' daih starin'; lif' yo' feet!

Two Songs

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

Let me die by the sea!
When the great deeps are sundered and stirred,
And the night cometh fast,
Let my spirit mount up like a bird,
On the wings of the blast.

The Lamentable Ballad Of The Foundling Of Shoreditch

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Come all ye Christian people, and listen to my tail,
It is all about a doctor was travelling by the rail,
By the Heastern Counties' Railway (vich the shares I don't desire),
From Ixworth town in Suffolk, vich his name did not transpire.

Sonnet XV

TO MISS AUGUSTA COWELL.
[To whom I owe the popularity of some of my favourite ballads.]
WHEN thy light fingers touch th' obedient chords,
Which, with a gentle murmur, low respond,

"Mercy, my lady! One thing I ask you,"

Thibaut, if Love is making you suffer,
For me, dont regret it, if I love ever,
Mine is a heart that will fail you never.

Epitaph On Edward Purdon

HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,
Who long was a bookseller's hack;
He led such a damnable life in this world, --
I don't think he'll wish to come back.