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Adieu Vain World I've Seen Enough of Thee
© Anonymous
Cheltenham. This Stone is erected By the Voluntary Contribution of Servants To the Memory of WILLIAM DAVIS, who died in the service of Major Webber, August 21st, 1798, Aged 47 years.
The Old Timer
© Anderson Robert Thompson
Far, far across the rolling swale, I've watched the bison pass;I've seen the lonely prairie trail Wind thro' the rustling grass;I've felt the cool winds sweep the plain Where Nature's hand is free;But now they break o'er leagues of grain, Like ripples o'er the sea
An A B C, for Baby Patriots
© Ames Mary Frances Leslie
A is the Army That dies for the Queen;It's the very best Army That ever was seen,
Ode to the Country Gentlemen of England
© Mark Akenside
Thou, heedless Albion, what, alas, the while Dost thou presume? O inexpert in arms, Yet vain of freedom, how dost thou beguile, With dreams of hope, these near and loud alarms? Thy splendid home, thy plan of laws renown'd, The praise and envy of the nations round, What care hast thou to guard from fortune's sway? Amid the storms of war, how soon may all The lofty pile from its foundations fall,Of ages the proud toil, the ruin of a day!
No: thou art rich, thy streams and fertile vales Add industry's wise gifts to nature's store: And every port is crowded with thy sails, And every wave throws treasure on thy shore
For a Column at Runnymede
© Mark Akenside
Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse hereWhile Thames among his willows from thy viewRetires; O stranger, stay thee, and the sceneAround contemplate well
The Cat
© Aggeler William F.
In my brain there walks about,As though he were in his own home,A lovely cat, strong, sweet, charming.When he mews, one scarcely hears him,
Walking with Mandelstam
© Aaron Rafi
Once I thought that if I walked with you to the endof Russian literature, bumped into Yesenin and hissoft words, mingled with the throng that formedaround Pushkin or waited patiently at the SenateSquare while you threw pieces of Blok, Akhmatovaand poor old Mayakovsky to eager readers whopecked at your references, I would come tounderstand all that you represent
The Burning Of The Leaves
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The last hollyhock's fallen tower is dust;
All the spices of June are a bitter reek,
All the extravagant riches spent and mean.
All burns! The reddest rose is a ghost;
Sparks whirl up, to expire in the mist: the wild
Fingers of fire are making corruption clean.
The Dance At Darmstadt
© Alfred Austin
In the city of Darmstadt, the Sabbath morn
Shone over the broad Cathedral Square,
And to nobly, richly, and lowly born,
The belfry carilloned call to prayer.
Hymn Of Hippolytus To Artemis
© Robert Fuller Murray
Artemis! thou fairest
Of the maids that be
In divine Olympus,
Hail! Hail to thee!
When Cap'n Tom Comes Home
© Katharine Lee Bates
WHEN Cap'n Tom comes home, and his sea chest
Is opened, oh, the shells that rainbow foam
Homer And Laertes
© Walter Savage Landor
Laertes: Gods help thee! and restore to thee thy sight!
My good old guest, I am more old than thou,
Yet have outlived by many years my son
Odysseus and the chaste Penelope.
