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Graduating From Childhood

I realized with trepidation
that you fast growing up.
Soon you, and many of your generation
will graduate from childhood

David Carolissen
Life, Love And Lessons

Life has changed in many ways,
But thoughts of you stayed the same.
I lost count in the number of days,
But each day my love grew like a flame.

Az Mo
How Fortunate The Man With None

From the play 'Mother Courage'

You saw sagacious Solomon
You know what came of him,

Bertolt Brecht
I Am What I Am Supposed To Be .

Love is a language of heart,
Transform in attitude,
It appears on expression,
Cater through action.

Norbu Dorji

I Walk a thousand steps on you and you wouldn't complain.
I Throw my waist on you and you would not stop smiling.
All I am to you is a virus under you skin meant to protect and harvest.
What can I do when I am misled by all the earthly beings.

Faizel Malek
To The Pennsylvanians

Days undefiled by luxury or sloth,
Firm self-denial, manners grave and staid,
Rights equal, laws with cheerfulness obeyed,
Words that require no sanction from an oath,

William Wordsworth
The Times.

The time hath been, a boyish, blushing time,
When modesty was scarcely held a crime;
When the most wicked had some touch of grace,
And trembled to meet Virtue face to face;

Charles Churchill
To My Book

It will be looked for, book, when some but see
Thy title, Epigrams, and named of me,
Thou should'st be bold, licentious, full of gall,
Wormwood and sulphur, sharp and toothed withal,

Ben Jonson
Passtime With Good Company

1 Pastime with good company
2 I love and shall unto I die.
3 Grudge whoso will, but none deny,
4 So God be pleased, this live will I.

Henry Viii, King Of England
The Fortune-teller, A Gypsy Tale

LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell,
Were Lovers many a day;
LUBIN the damsel lov'd so well,
That folks pretend to say

Mary Darby Robinson
The Farewell

_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewell
To all the follies which in Europe dwell;
To Eastern India now, a richer clime,
Richer, alas! in everything but rhyme,

Charles Churchill

A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before

The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales.


John Milton
Our People


Our people are renowned
For their honesty and humility

Mohammad Younus
Over The Hills And Far Away

Over the hills and far away,
A little boy steals from his morning play
And under the blossoming apple-tree
He lies and he dreams of the things to be:

Eugene Field

There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky,
She killed the pigeons of peace and security,
She has taken honesty and confidence from nations and men,
She is hunting the lonely heron of liberty.

Robinson Jeffers
The Orphan's Friend

Come all kind, good people,
With sympathizing hearts,
Come listen to a few kind words
A friend to you imparts.

Julia Ann Moore
A Carol

Our Lord Who did the Ox command
To kneel to Judah's King,
He binds His frost upon the land
To ripen it for Spring --

Rudyard Kipling

I have allowed my family to scatter,
All those who were my dearest to depart,
And once again an age-long loneliness
Comes in to fill all nature and my heart.

Boris Pasternak
The Ghost Of Roger Casement

O what has made that sudden noise?
What on the threshold stands?
It never crossed the sea because
John Bull and the sea are friends;

William Butler Yeats
A Praise Of His Lady

Give place, you ladies, and begone!
Boast not yourselves at all!
For here at hand approacheth one
Whose face will stain you all.

Beyond The Blue


Speak of you, sir? You bet he did. Ben Fields was far too sound
To go back on a fellow just because he weren't around.

Emily Pauline Johnson

(Time, Morning. Scene, the Shore.[1])

Once more to daily toil-once more to wear
The weeds of infamy-from every joy

Robert Southey
Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto I


Sir Hudibras his passing worth,
The manner how he sallied forth;

Samuel Butler

Were I (who to my cost already am
One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man)
A Spirit free, to choose for my own share,
What Case of Flesh, and Blood, I pleas'd to weare,

Lord John Wilmot
Poetry And Reality

THE worldly minded, cast in common mould,
With all his might pursuing fame or gold,
And towards that goal too vehemently hurled
To waste a thought about another world,

Jane Taylor

Were I (who to my cost already am
One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man)
A Spirit free, to choose for my own share,
What Case of Flesh, and Blood, I pleas'd to weare,

John Wilmot
The Odyssey: Book 07

Thus, then, did Ulysses wait and pray; but the girl drove on to
the town. When she reached her father's house she drew up at the
gateway, and her brothers-comely as the gods-gathered round her,
took the mules out of the waggon, and carried the clothes into the

The Odyssey: Book 24

Then Mercury of Cyllene summoned the ghosts of the suitors, and in
his hand he held the fair golden wand with which he seals men's eyes
in sleep or wakes them just as he pleases; with this he roused the
ghosts and led them, while they followed whining and gibbering

Wall, Cave, And Pillar Statements, After Asoka

In order to perfect all readers
the statements should he carved
on rock walls, on cave walls,
and on the sides of pillars so

Alan Dugan
At The Mermaid Caffeteria

TRUTH is enough for prose:
Calmly it goes
To tell just what it knows.


Christopher Morley
The Body Grows Without


The Body grows without-
The more convenient way-

Emily Dickinson
Twin Unworthies

Ye parasites that to the rich men stick,
As to the fattest sheep the thrifty tick
Ed'ard to Stanford and to Crocker Ben
(To Ben and Ed'ard many meaner men,

Ambrose Bierce
I Prayed, At First, A Little Girl


I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
Because they told me to-

Emily Dickinson
A Sonnet Dedicated To Sir George Gipps

My country! I am sore at heart for thee!
An in mine ear, like a storm-heralding breeze,
A voice against thee gathers warningly!
Lo, in what hands seem now thy destinies!

Charles Harpur
Upon Over-much Niceness

Tis much to see how over nice some are
About the body and household affair,
While what's of worth they slightly pass it by,
Not doing, or doing it slovenly.

John Bunyan
Loving And Beloved

There never yet was honest man
That ever drove the trade of love;
It is impossible, nor can
Integrity our ends promove:

Sir John Suckling
The Way Of The World

Since Adam's first sin in the garden of song,
Where the hopes of the race were empearled,
Whenever a mortal does anything wrong,
It is only the way of the world!

Freeman E. Miller
A Man's A Man For A' That

Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave - we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!

Robert Burns
The Lily Of The Valley

Sweetest of the flowers a-blooming
In the fragrant vernal days
Is the Lily of the Valley
With its soft, retiring ways.

Paul Laurence Dunbar
All The Talents

When the broad-bottom
'd Junto, with reason at strife,
Resign'd, with a sigh, its political life;
When converted to Rome, and of honesty tired,

George Canning
A Ballad Of Gentleness

The firste stock-father of gentleness,
What man desireth gentle for to be,
Must follow his trace, and all his wittes dress,
Virtue to love, and vices for to flee;

Geoffrey Chaucer
The Lover Excuseth Himself Of Suspected Change.

THOUGH I regarded not
The promise made by me ;
Or passed not to spot
My faith and honesty :

Henry Howard
The Hinterland

You speak to me, but does your speech
With truest truth your thought convey?
I listen to your words and each
Is what I wait to hear you say.

Robert Service
The Hinterland

You speak to me, but does your speech
With truest truth your thought convey?
I listen to your words and each
Is what I wait to hear you say.

Robert William Service
A Doe In The City

Fair, and young, and witty,
What has brought your ladyship
Rambling to the City?

William Makepeace Thackeray
To Sir Henry Wotton Ii

HERE'S no more news than virtue ; I may as well
Tell you Calais, or Saint Michael's tales, as tell
That vice doth here habitually dwell.


John Donne
The Old English Garden - A Floral Phantasy

In an old world garden dreaming,
Where the flowers had human names,
Methought, in fantastic seeming,
They disported as squires and dames.

Walter Crane
A Social Call

Well, well, old Father Christmas, is it you,
With your thick neck and thin pretense of virtue?
Less redness in the nose-nay, even some blue
Would not, I think, particularly hurt you.

Ambrose Bierce
'jim Of Maribyrnong'

They were forthright days when Jim was born,
When they called a spade a spade.
And statesmen held in lofty scorn
he trickster's sticky trade.

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
The Gentlemen Of Dickens

The gentlemen of Dickens
Were mostly very poor,
And innocent of grammar,
And of parentage obscure;

Henry Lawson