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The History of Sixteen Wonderful Old Women

The Douglas Tragedy

© Anonymous

."Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas,." she says, ."And put on your armour so bright;Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night.

Cleanness

© Anonymous

Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende& rekken vp alle þe resounz þat ho by ri3t askez,Fayre formez my3t he fynde in for[þ]ering his speche& in þe contrare kark & combraunce huge

The Braes of Yarrow

© Anonymous

Late at e'en, drinking the wine, And ere they paid the lawing,They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawing.

Mosquitoes

© Anderson Robert Thompson

My eyes in slumber tightly close, Most welcome is the night's repose; No troubled thoughts my sleep condemn; And yet I hear the hum of 'M-- Mosquitoes.

Letter No. 1

© Anderson James

Dear Sawney,- I sit doon to writeA screed to you by candle light

Dead Broke

© Anderson James

Dead broke! dead broke!--aft said in joke,Sae truth is sometimes spoken;But to the man "wha bears the gree,"'Tis onything but jokin'

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

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

Sonata in Pathos

© Conrad Aiken

Brenda Carbosier has hairy nostrils (#12)

© Agnew Wendy Jane

Brenda Carbosier has hairy nostrilsso the nose fairiescould cluster in thereand keep warmwaiting for her to eather pumpkin pie

The Campaign

© Joseph Addison

While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,Proud in their number to enroll your name;While emperors to you commit their cause,And Anna's praises crown the vast applause,Accept, great leader, what the muse indites,That in ambitious verse records your fights,Fir'd and transported with a theme so new:Ten thousand wonders op'ning to my viewShine forth at once, sieges and storms appear,And wars and conquests fill th' important year,Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain;An Iliad rising out of one campaign

An Account of the Greatest English Poets (complete)

Since, dearest Harry, you will needs requestA short account of all the muse possess'd;That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's times,Have spent their noble rage in British rhymes;Without more preface, wrote in formal length,To speak the undertaker's want of strength,I'll try to make their sev'ral beauties known,And show their verses' worth, though not my own

The Wants of Man

Man wants but little here below,Nor wants that little long. -- Goldsmith's Hermit

To the Sun-Dial

Under the Window of the Hall of the House ofRepresentatives of the United StatesThou silent herald of Time's silent flight! Say, could'st thou speak, what warning voice were thine? Shade, who canst only show how others shine!Dark, sullen witness of resplendent lightIn day's broad glare, and when the moontide bright Of laughing fortune sheds the ray divine, Thy ready favors cheer us--but declineThe clouds of morning and the gloom of night