The dews of summer nighte did falle, The moone (sweete regente of the skye)Silver'd the walles of Cumnor Halle, And manye an oake that grewe therebye.

B- / C+

© McGimpsey David

This is a most interesting paper,David

There Is No Death

© McCreery John Luckey

There is no death! The stars go down To rise upon some other shore,And bright in heaven's jeweled crown They shine for evermore.

Reynard the Fox; or, The Ghost Heath Run

© John Masefield

PART I

The Wind Our Enemy

© Marriott Anne

Windflattening its gaunt furious self againstthe naked siding, knifing in the woundsof time, pausing to tear aside the lastold scab of paint.

The Songs of Selma

© James Macpherson

ARGUMENTAddress to the evening star

Lonesome Bar

© MacInnes Tom

Dat Leetle Box

© MacDonald Wilson Pugsley

I leev' me turty year alone; Dat ees a lonely life--A bachelor, dat's wat dey call De man who has no wife.

Horatius

A LAY MADE ABOUT THE YEAR OF THE CITY CCCLX.

Ode Recited at the Harvard Commemoration

To a Spider

Spider! Spider! hid from sightTill some hapless fly alight,What fore-thoughtful brain and eyeFashion'd thy web's nice symmetry?

The Sleeper of the Valley

There's a green hollow where a river singsSilvering the torn grass in its glittering flight,And where the sun from the proud mountain flingsFire and the little valley brims with light.