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London: A Poem, in Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal
© Samuel Johnson
Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel,
Flint and Feather
© Emily Pauline Johnson
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.
Down Hearted Blues
© Hunter Alberta
Gee, but it's hard to love someone, when that someone don't love you
The Sparrow's Nest
© Howitt Mary
Nay, only look what I have found!A Sparrow's nest upon the ground;A Sparrow's nest as you may see,Blown out of yonder old elm tree.
A Shropshire Lad LXII: "Terence, this is stupid stuff
© Alfred Edward Housman
"Terence, this is stupid stuff:You eat your victuals fast enough;There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,To see the rate you drink your beer
The Beadle's Annual Address
© Thomas Hood
The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,The ploughman homeward plods his weary way And this is Christmas Eve, and here I be!
Why do I feel guilty in the lingerie department at The Bay
© Holbrook Susan
After all, I'm a woman, I'm old enough to look casual in here, I'm in my prime, in fact: why not try on a few things, discuss sizes and wires with the clerk like it's nothing, a bit of a chore even, like shopping for sneakers
When a Little Farm I Keep
© Hinkson Katharine Tynan
When a little farm I keep,I shall tend my kine and sheep,And my pretty lambs shall foldIn deep pastures starred with gold.
The Choice
© Hinkson Katharine Tynan
When skies are blue and days are brightA kitchen-garden's my delight,Set round with rows of decent boxAnd blowsy girls of hollyhocks.
Oh, Give Me a Home Where the Buffalo Roam
© Higley Brewster
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,Where the deer and the antelope play,Where seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the sky is not clouded all day.
Tick! Tick! Tick!
© Herschel John Frederick William
(occasioned by an "irregular ode to an old Clock", by Lady ---)
On Burning a Parcel of Old MSS.
© Herschel John Frederick William
Wrecks of forgotten thought, or disapproved, Farewell! and as your smouldering flames ascend, Read me a parting lesson
The Soul of Spain With McAlmon and Bird the Publishers
© Ernest Hemingway
In the rain in the rain in the rain in the rain in Spain
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"Look now abroad--another race has fill'dThose populous borders--wide the wood recedes,And town shoots up, and fertile realms are till'd;The land is full of harvests and green meads."--BRYANT
The Burial Hour
© Robert Stephen Hawker
I."To close their brother's narrow bed:"'Tis at that pleasant hour of dayThe labourer treads his homeward way.
The Writers Postscript: or a Frendly Caueat to the Second Shakerley of Powles
© Gabriel Harvey
Slumbring I lay in melancholy bed,Before the dawning of the sanguin light:When Eccho Shrill, or some Familiar SprightBuzzed an Epitaph into my hed.
To the Spirit of the West
© Susan Frances Harrison
God of the rivers and lakes,Maker of manifold blooms,Dweller in woodland brakes,Weaver of violet glooms,
[Did you love well what very soon you left?]
© Marilyn Hacker
Did you well what very soon you left?Come home and take me in your arms and take
