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Men of Harlan, by William Aspinwall Bradley
Here in the level country, where the creeks run straight and wide,
Six men upon their pacing nags may travel side by side.
But the mountain men of Harlan, you may tell them all the while,
When they pass through our village, for they ride in single file.
And the children, when they see them, stop their play and stand and cry,
Causeway Bay at Night, by Thobias A. Pereira
The full moon up in Cause-way Bay
Highlighting outline of hills around the Bay:
Outshining towers of lights of many hues,
And clearing the veil of eerie darkness of the night.
A magnificent view from "Rosedale on the park:
Praise of Women, by Robert Mannyng of Brunne
NO thyng ys to man so dere
As wommanys love in gode manere.
A gode womman is mannys blys,
There her love right and stedfast ys.
There ys no solas under hevene
Wolfram's Dirge, by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
IF thou wilt ease thine heart
Of love and all its smart,
Then sleep, dear, sleep;
And not a sorrow
Hang any tear on your eyelashes;
A Jacobite's Epitaph, by Thomas Babington Macaulay, Lord Macaulay
TO my true king I offer'd free from stain
Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.
For him I threw lands, honours, wealth, away,
And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.
For him I languish'd in a foreign clime,
Sonnets from the Portuguese i, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wish'd-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
A Night in Italy, by Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, Earl of Lytton
SWEET are the rosy memories of the lips
That first kiss'd ours, albeit they kiss no more:
Sweet is the sight of sunset-sailing ships,
Altho' they leave us on a lonely shore:
Sweet are familiar songs, tho' Music dips
Euchenor Chorus, by Arthur Upson
Of old it went forth to Euchenor, pronounced of his sire --
Reluctant, impelled by the god's unescapable fire --
To choose for his doom or to perish at home of disease
Or be slain of his foes, among men, where Troy surges down to the seas.
Polyides, the soothsayer, spake it, inflamed by the god.
Autumn, by Jean Start Untermeyer
(For my Mother)
How memory cuts away the years,
And how clean the picture comes
Of autumn days, brisk and busy;
Charged with keen sunshine.
The Path that leads to Nowhere, by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
There's a path that leads to Nowhere
In a meadow that I know,
Where an inland island rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows
The Wardens of the Seas, by Edwin James Brady
Like star points in the ether to guide a homing soul
Towards God's Eternal Haven; above the wash and roll,
Across and o'er the oceans, on all the coasts they stand
Tall seneschals of commerce, High Wardens of the Strand --
The white lights slowly turning
Step, by John Metcalfe
Hey, you violet thing
Dance around your amber ways
Move sly and slither that step
Silky smooth silent saunter
My my you black cat
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