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To Alice--Sit--By--The--Hour II

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Lady in the blue kimono,
Although deadly hot the day,
Don't you think--(alas! we know no
Way to put what we would say!)

The Scout Toward Aldie

© Herman Melville

Nine Blue-coats went a-nutting
Slyly in Tennessee-
Not for chestnuts - better than that-
Hugh, you bumble-bee!
Nutting, nutting -
All through the year there's nutting!

Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter III

How long they sat thus silent who shall say?
Griselda knew not. Time was far away;
She wanted courage to prepare her heart
For that last bitterest word of all, ``We part.''
And he cared naught for time. His Heaven was there,
Nor needed thought, nor speech, nor even prayer.

Tekel

© Edith Nesbit

WHEN on the West broke light from out the East,

Then from the splendour and the shame of Rome--

Edith: A Tale Of The Woods

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

"Thou'rt passing from the lake's green side,
And the hunter's hearth away;
For the time of flowers, for the summer's pride,
Daughter! thou canst not stay.

Leander To Hero

© Madison Julius Cawein

Brows wan thro' blue-black tresses
Wet with sharp rain and kisses;
Locks loose the sea-wind scatters,
Like torn wings fierce for flight;
Cold brows, whose sadness flatters,
One kiss and then--good-night.

The Old Camp

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

I.

There is a cloud before the sun,

Ode To Happiness

© James Russell Lowell

Spirit, that rarely comest now

And only to contrast my gloom,

Faqirana Aye Sada Kar chale ( With English Translation)

© Meer Taqi Meer

faqirana aye sada kar chale

miyan khush raho ham dua kar chale

The German Legion

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

In the cot beside the water,
In the white cot by the water,
The white cot by the white water,
There they laid the German maid.

As I Laye A-Dreamynge

© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch

After T. I.

As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge,

New Spring (1831)

Soft, aloft, the bells do ring,
Gentlest thoughts they sing me.
Ring and sing, my song of spring,
Through the blue sky wing thee

The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 3017)

How la bell pucell graunted Graunde Amoure loue / and of her dyspytous departyoge. Ca. xix.
2241 Your wo & payne / & all your languysshynge
2242 Contynually / ye shall not spende in vayne
2243 Sythen I am cause / of your grete mornynge