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On Circuit
© Horace Smith
Two neighbours, fighting for a yard of land;
Two witnesses, who _lie_ on either hand;
Ode, Written in a Visit to the Country in Autumn
© John Logan
'Tis past! no more the Summer blooms!
Ascending in the rear,
On his own Book
© Theocritus
Not my namesake of Chios, but I, who belong
To the Syracuse burghers, have sung you my song.
I'm Praxagoras' son by Philinna the fair,
And I never asked praise that was owing elsewhere.
One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue - Inscription
© Madison Julius Cawein
TO
G. F. M.
THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED IN MEMORY
OF MANY DAYS.
O sleep, my babe
© Sara Coleridge
O sleep, my babe, hear not the rippling wave,
Nor feel the breeze that round thee ling'ring strays
Ode to a Dressmaker's Dummy
© Basilio Ponce de Leon
Papier-mache body; blue-and-black cotton jersey cover. Metal stand. Instructions included.
- Sears, Roebuck Catalogue
On The Manner Of Addressing Clouds
© Wallace Stevens
Gloomy grammarians in golden gowns,
Meekly you keep the mortal rendezvous,
On Passing The New Menin Gate
© Siegfried Sassoon
Who will remember, passing through this Gate,
the unheroic dead who fed the guns?
Who shall absolve the foulness of their fate,-
Those doomed, conscripted, unvictorious ones?
O My Lord, Your Dwelling Places Are Lovely
© Yehudah HaLevi
O My Lord, Your dwelling places are lovely
Your Presence is manifest, not in mystery.
Only In Sleep
© Sara Teasdale
Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.
Olney Hymn 25: Jehovah Jesus
© William Cowper
My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to His abode;
Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,
The great Supreme, the mighty God.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 02 - Atomic Motions
© Lucretius
Now come: I will untangle for thy steps
Now by what motions the begetting bodies
On the Russian Persecution of the Jews: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
O SON of man, by lying tongues adored,
By slaughterous hands of slaves with feet red-shod
On A Mischievous Bull, Which The Owner Him Sold At The Author's Instance
© William Cowper
Go--thou art all unfit to share
The pleasures of this place
On the Death of E. Waller, Esq.
© Aphra Behn
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring
(Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering?
