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Bill 'awkins, by Rudyard Kipling
"'As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins?"
"Now 'ow in the devil would I know?"
"'E's taken my girl out walkin',
An' I've got to tell 'im so --
Gawd -- bless -- 'im!
Mary Fell, by Bob Childs
Always an arms length away
A babe in the hands of stone
Unafraid of the wind
A Swallow eager to feel the sky
Longing for the uncertainty of air to
A Girl's Grave, by Patrick Edward Quinn
"Aged 17, OF A BROKEN HEART, January 1st, 1841."
What story is here of broken love,
What idyllic sad romance,
What arrow fretted the silken dove
That met with such grim mischance?
Only of thee and me, by Louis Untermeyere
Only of thee and me the night wind sings,
Only of us the sailors speak at sea,
The earth is filled with wondered whisperings
Only of thee and me.
Only of thee and me the breakers chant,
A Dirge, by John Webster
CALL for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
Call unto his funeral dole
Coronemus nos Rosis antequam marcescant, by Thomas Jordan
LET us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,
With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!
The changeable world to our joy is unjust,
All treasure 's uncertain,
Then down with your dust!
Mother, by Theresa Helburn
I have praised many loved ones in my song,
And yet I stand
Before her shrine, to whom all things belong,
With empty hand.
Perhaps the ripening future holds a time
To Mistress Margery Wentworth, by John Skelton
WITH margerain gentle,
The flower of goodlihead,
Embroidered the mantle
Is of your maidenhead.
Plainly I cannot glose;
Phillis 1, by Thomas Lodge
MY Phillis hath the morning sun
At first to look upon her;
And Phillis hath morn-waking birds
Her risings still to honour.
My Phillis hath prime-feather'd flowers,
Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream, by Trumbull Stickney
Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
That over Persian roses flew to kiss
The curled lashes of Semiramis.
Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream.
Provence and Troubadour are merest lies,
Love Triumphant, by Frederic Lawrence Knowles
Helen's lips are drifting dust;
Ilion is consumed with rust;
All the galleons of Greece
Drink the ocean's dreamless peace;
Lost was Solomon's purple show
The Golden Cup Cries Diversity, by Jacqueline Amos
The golden cup of Diversity, the symbolic visions sings all glory be to God.
Wisdom the knowledge of life to human kindness, embrace the golden cup of diversity. The giving heart the laughter of love, yesterday that brings the past of engravings growths of psalm. Almighty of Humanity a vision of the promise to God. The oppress will no longer be sadden of the past. Human kindness will be the fruits of great men.
I rise to the mountains of human consciousness, I sing the songs of righteousness, let no man fall under. The warriors of the chariots that sings the holy songs.
The chariots bare the wings of angels, the heavens open, to Gods promises, Everyman shall smile upon the holy grounds.
The waters rise to the mountains, the sea's embrace the oceans in harmony, the word love has taken a new meaning in the paradise of Gods Garden.
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