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"The Old Man Of The Sea."

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

GRIEVOUS, in sooth, was luckless Sindbad's plight,
Saddled with that foul monster of the sea;
But who of some soul-harrowing weight is free?
And though we veil our woe from public sight,

On A Hollow Friendship

© Frances Anne Kemble

A bitter cheat!and here at length it ends

And thou and I, who were to one another

Johannes Ewalds Last Poetic Sentiments Some Hours Prior To His Death

© Johannes Ewald

To arms, hero of Calvary!
Lift high your bright-red shield;
For sin and dread as you can see
By force would have me yield.

On Refusal Of Aid Between Nations

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Not that the earth is changing, O my God!

Nor that the seasons totter in their walk,

A Dutch Picture. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Simon Danz has come home again,
From cruising about with his buccaneers;
He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,
And carried away the Dean of Jaen
And sold him in Algiers.

Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,
For the Bush is slipping from me, and the town is going too:
Draw the blinds, the streets are lighted, and I hear the tramp of feet
And Im weary, very weary, of the Faces in the Street.

The Straight Goer

© William Henry Ogilvie

The ringing, hanging hen-roost thief-we have no use for him;

When they tear him up and eat him not a single eye grows dim;

Natural Progress

© Benjamin Jonson

So we died:
what else was there to do?
But in all faith, we did our part!

Limerick: There was an Old Man of the Isles

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of the Isles,
Whose face was pervaded with smiles;
He sung high dum diddle,
And played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.

"Why should I, from this long and losing strife "

© Alfred Austin

Why should I, from this long and losing strife

When summoned to depart, halt half-afraid?

Mexican Quarter

© John Gould Fletcher

By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks,

And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering,

Mortals! Around Your Destined Heads

© William Cowper

Mortals! around your destined heads
Thick fly the shafts of death,
And lo! the savage spoiler spreads
A thousand toils beneath.

The Veil

© Victor Marie Hugo

THE SISTER
Why, brother, why upon me stare?
Why do your brows so fiercely lower?
Your eyes like funeral torches glare,

The Heart Of Spring

© Madison Julius Cawein

Whiten, O whiten, ye clouds of fleece!
Whiten like lilies floating above,
Blown wild about like a flock of white geese!
But never, O never; so cease! so cease!
Never as white as the throat of my love!

Sonnett - III

I would not have this perfect love of ours

Grow from a single root, a single stem,

Jean De Breboeuf

© Virna Sheard

As Jean de Breboeuf told his rosary
At sundown in his cell, there came a call!--
Clear as a bell rung on a ship at sea,
Breaking the beauty of tranquillity--
Down from the heart of Heaven it seemed to fall:

The Old Mans Love

DONNA SOL. My fate may be more to precede than follow.
My lord, it is no reason for long life
That we are young! Alas! I have seen too oft
The old clamped firm to life, the young torn thence;
And the lids close as sudden o'er their eyes
As gravestones sealing up the sepulchre.

Tear

Far away from birds and herds and village girls,
I was drinking, kneeling down in some heather
Surrounded by soft hazel copses,
In an afternoon mist, warm and green.