Children poems
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Marching On
© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson
I heard the young lads singing In the still morning air,Gaily the notes came ringing Across the lilac'd square;They sang like happy children Who know not doubt or care, "As WE GO MARCHING ON."
The Eagle
© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson
They have him in a cageAnd little children runTo offer him well-meant bits of bun,And very common people say, "My word!Ain't he a 'orrible bird!"And the smart, "How absurd!Poor, captive, draggled, downcast lord of the air!"
Steadfast in his despair,He doth not rage;But with unconquerable eyeAnd soul aflame to fly,Considereth the sun
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Part IA silver ring that he had beaten outFrom that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd wageFor boyish labour, kept thro' many years
Union Station
© Couture Dani
I cannot love you all and I won't.The shoulder knows the will of the heart.The clam-soft give. The crack of the shell.
Marching Men
© Coleman Helena Jane
Flaring bugle, throbbing drum,Onward, onward hear them come,Like a tide along the streetSwells the sound of martial feet;On the breeze their colors streaming,In the sun their rifles gleaming,Pride of country, pride of race
The Assassination of Indira Gandhi
© Clarke George Elliott
In Kitchener, Hallowe'en frost chokes roses,The spruce gangrene, and haystacks flame in fieldsWhere Mennonites preach black, scorched-earth gospels
The Lovely Figure
© Christakos Margaret
Kiss you on the cheeks, that double-round coital zone, the lovely figureI have loved over and over
The New-England Boy's Song about Thanksgiving Day
© Child Lydia Maria
Over the river, and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way, To carry the sleigh, Through the white and drifted snow.
The Wife of Bath's Prologue and Tale in the Hengwrt Manuscript of the Canterbury Tales
© Geoffrey Chaucer
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The Reeve's Prologue and Tale from the Hengwrt Manuscript of the Canterbury Tales
© Geoffrey Chaucer
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The Pardoner's Introduction, Prologue, and Tale in the Hengwrt Manuscript of the Canterbury Tales
© Geoffrey Chaucer
{{Folio 195r}}¶The myry talkyng/ of the hoo{s}t/ to the Phi{s}cienOure hoo{s}t gan to swere / as he were woodHarrow quod he / by nayles and by bloodThis was a fals cherl / and a fals Iu{s}ti{s}eAs shameful deeth / as herte may deuy{s}eCome to thi{s}e Iuges / and hir aduocatzAlgate this sely mayde / is slayn allasAllas / to deere boghte she beauteeWherfore I seye alday /
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The General Prologue from the Hengwrt Manuscript of the Canterbury Tales
© Geoffrey Chaucer
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Boat beneath a Sunny Sky, A
© Lewis Carroll
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,Lingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July --
Cui Bono
© Carlyle Thomas
What is Hope? A smiling rainbow Children follow through the wet;'Tis not here, still yonder, yonder: Never urchin found it yet.
