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In a somer sesun, whon softe was the sonne,I schop me into a shroud, as I a scheep were;In habite as an hermite unholy of werkesWente I wyde in this world wondres to here;Bote in a Mayes morwnynge on Malverne hullesMe bifel a ferly, of fairie, me-thoughte

To My Grandmother

© Frederick Locker Lampson

(Suggested by a Picture by Mr. Romney)

Rotten Row

© Frederick Locker Lampson

I hope I'm fond of much that's good, As well as much that's gay;I'd like the country if I could; I love the Park in May:And when I ride in Rotten Row,I wonder why they call'd it so.

The King and Queen of Hearts

© Charles Lamb

[Title-page image]

Ungh

© L'Abbé Sonnet

please noyes no

Poor Speaker

© L'Abbé Sonnet

I understand you.I get what you're trying to say.What you're trying to say is you want me to get it.

The Incarnation

© Knox Isa Craig

Not in cloud and not in thunder,Filling all the world with wonder, Came to earth the Lord of earth;But with helpless cries and tears,Mid a mother's pains and fears, Entered by the gate of birth.

Upon Julia's Clothes

© Knox Edmund George Valpy

["Toy dogs with coats to match their owner's furs were afeature of the recent show at the Horticultural Hall."Daily Press.]

McAndrew's Hymn

© Rudyard Kipling

Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,An', taught by time, I tak' it so--exceptin' always Steam

The Centipede

© King Edith L. M.

I've often watched you, centipede,And I can't think howeverYou manage those long rows of feet --You must be very clever.

It's a Long Way to Tipperary

© Judge Jack

Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day,As the streets are paved with gold, sure ev'ryone was gay;Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square,Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to them there:

[Chorus] It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go; It's a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square, It's a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart's right there! Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O', Saying, "Should you not receive it, write and let me know!""If I make mistakes in 'spelling,' Molly, dear," said he,"Remember it's the pen that's bad, don't lay the blame on me

Labor’s Greeting

© Joussaye Marie

To His Royal Highness, the Duke of Cornwall and York.Canada, 1901

The Honest Working Man

© Joussaye Marie

As through the world we take our way How oftentimes we hearThe praises sung of wealthy men, Of prince, and duke and peer

Epigrams: An Epitaph on S.P.

© Benjamin Jonson

Weep with me, all you that read This little story:And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry

The Vanity of Human Wishes

Let observation with extensive view,

Flint and Feather

Ojistoh1.2Of him whose name breathes bravery and life1.3And courage to the tribe that calls him chief.1.4I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he1.5Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me.

Brier: Good Friday

Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm Bends back the brier that edges life's long way,That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm, I do not feel the thorns so much to-day.

The Wayfarer

© Hyde Robin

The wounds of the world are good wounds, got in a hardy fight --Therefore 'tis best to welcome or pilgrim or knightWho limping comes on his quest, forspent or betrayed,Whose breast is an aching thrust; and who will not be stayed