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Father O'Flynn

© Graves Alfred Perceval

Of priests we can offer a charmin' variety,Far renowned for larnin' and piety;Still, I'd advance you, widout impropriety, Father O'Flynn as the flower of them all.

Thirty-Six Ways of Looking at Toronto Ontario

© Gotlieb Phyllis

##.see my house, its angled street,east, north, west, south,southeast, northwest, there areno parking placeshere

‘Ach, I Dunno!’

© William Percy French

I'm simply surrounded by lovers, Since Da made his fortune in land;They're comin' in crowds like the plovers To ax for me hand

Relative

© Christakos Margaret

The mysterious boy withoutparents has a gash in his purpleface & out of it unfolds an escalatorof primitive idiom at which we grimacewith involutant ribcages.

Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Conclusion

The real Epic ends with the war and with the funerals of the deceased
warriors, as we have stated before, and Yudhishthir's Horse-Sacrifice
is rather a crowning ornament than a part of the solid edifice. What
follows the sacrifice is in no sense a part of the real Epic; it
consists merely of concluding personal narratives of the heroes who
have figured in the poem.

On The Pulse Of Morning

© Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree

Hosts to species long since departed,

Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue II.

© John Kenyon

A.
By no faint shame withheld from general gaze,
'Tis thus, my friend, we bask us in the blaze;
Where deeds, more surface-smooth than inly bright,
Snatch up a transient lustre from the light.

The Elder's Rebuke

© Emily Jane Brontë

"Listen! When your hair, like mine,
Takes a tint of silver gray;
When your eyes, with dimmer shine,
Watch life's bubbles float away:

Tale IX

© George Crabbe

course,"
Replied the Youth; "but has it power to force?
Unless it forces, call it as you will,
It is but wish, and proneness to the ill."
"Art thou not tempted?"--"Do I fall?" said

The Butcher's Son

© Thom Gunn

Mr Pierce the butcher

Got news his son was missing

The Eighth Olympic Ode Of Pindar

© Henry James Pye

To Alcimedon, on his Olympic Victory; Timosthenes, on his Nemean Victory; and Melesias, their Preceptor. ARGUMENT. Though this is called an Olympic Ode, the Poet does not confine himself to Alcimedon, who won the Prize in those Games, but celebrates his Brother Timosthenes, for his success at Nemea, and Melesias, their Instructor. The Ode opens with an invocation to the place where the Games were held. Pindar then, after praising Timosthenes for his early victory in the Nemean Games, mentions Alcimedon, and extols him for his dexterity and strength, his beauty, and his country Ægina; which he celebrates for it's hospitality, and for it's being under the government of the Dorians after the death of Æacus; on whom he has a long digression, giving an account of his assisting the Gods in the building of Troy. Then returning to his subject, he mentions Melesias as skilled himself in the Athletic Exercises, and therefore proper to instruct others; and, enumerating his Triumphs, congratulates him on the success of his Pupil Alcimedon; which, he says, will not only give satisfaction to his living Relations, but will delight the Ghosts of those deceased. The Poet then concludes with a wish for the prosperity of him and his family.

STROPHE I.

To Dr. Sherlock, On His Practical Discourse Concerning Death

Forgive the muse who, in unhallow'd strains,

The saint one moment from his God detains;

Mary Magdalene I

The deathly silence is not far;
A few more moments only matter,
Which the Inevitable bar.
But at the edge, before they scatter,
In front of Thee my life I shatter,
As though an alabaster jar.