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The Maiden's Vow
(A speaker at the National Education Association advised girls not to
study algebra. Many girls, he said, had lost their souls through this
study. The idea has been taken up with enthusiasm.)
Alice Duer Miller
In this era the leaders are very ambitious,
They want to lead and threaten the world,
With power of force and nuclear weapons &
Capture beyond the control land,
Where ever something breathes
Heart beating the rise and fall
Of mountains, the waves upon the sky
Of seas, the terror is our ignorance, that's
Heritage Site Jdnp
Mesmerizing landscape of snowy mountains
Is a landmark of park & country,
Significant of Jigme Dorji National Park,
Is the home where one can see all national diversity.
The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry
His power is his left hand
It is idle weak and precious
His poverty is his wealth, a wealth which may destroy him
MY OWN WILD BURNS! these rude-wrought rhymes of thine
In golden worth are like the unshapely coin
Of some new realm, yet pure as from the mineâ??
And Art may well be spared with such alloy
Flowers In My Garden
Colors of flowers represent love,
Colors of flowers represent identity,
Colors of flowers represent joy and happiness
Colors of flowers represent peace,
You Know What I Mean
I've noticed this happen, when everything is black,
When I'm down below zero and cannot get back,
When I feel like a sort of a National Debt,
That will go on for ages and never be met,
John Milton Hayes
The ridges either side of the valley
were covered in dark pine forest.
The ploughed hill sides were red,
and the pastures were very green.
Once in English they said America. Was it English to them.
Once they said Belgian.
We like a fog.
Do you for weather.
The Half-way House
Love I was shewn upon the mountain-side
And bid to catch Him ere the dropp of day.
See, Love, I creep and Thou on wings dost ride:
Love it is evening now and Thou away;
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Sure Hit Songwriter-s Pen
Now I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the stars
Watchin' 'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars
So I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket home and I's headin' for the Trailway bus
When I seen an old fountain pen laying in the gutter so I stopped and picked it up
Ours are the streets where Bess first met her
cancer. She went to work every day past the
secure houses. At her job in the library
she arranged better and better flowers, and when
National Song (e.c.)
There is no land like England
Where banks rise day by day,
There are no banks like English banks
To make the people pay.
Land Of Five Perfections
The hidden land of Himalaya,
Encircled by snow capped mountains,
Makes a continue flow of rivers to nourish,
Decorated with evergreen floral diversity,
The forest is a national property,
Is freely exposed in open area for all,
If we use lavishly without concern,
Younger generation may not have access to this wealth.
How We Kept The Day.
The great procession came up the street,
With clatter of hoofs and tramp of feet;
There was General Jones to guide the van,
Samson Agonistes (excerpts)
[Samson's Opening Speech]
A little onward lend thy guiding hand
To these dark steps, a little further on;
For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade,
Velocity Of Money
Iâ??m delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows
of Lower East Side
Delighted by skyscrapers rising the old grungy apartments falling on
The terrible things that the Governor
Of Kansas says alarm me;
And yet somehow we won the war
In spite of the Regular Army.
Franklin Pierce Adams
John Bull - Prose
An old song, made by an aged old pate,
Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate,
That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate,
And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate.
Great captain if you will! great Duke! great Slave!
Great minion of the crown! - but a great man
He was not! He? the iron instrument
Of mere authority! the atheist
[Sung at the Opening of the Queensland National Society's Exhibition,
While nations joining gifts
Their fanes of Art adorn,
James Brunton Stephens
A Call To National Service
Up and be doing, all who have a hand
To lift, a back to bend. It must not be
In times like these that vaguely linger we
To air our vaunts and hopes; and leave our land
A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less,
To those who knew its boundless happiness.
A simple old frame house--eight rooms in all--
Set just one side the center of a small
James Whitcomb Riley
Grant me a moment of peace,
Let me but open mine eyes,
Forgetting the empire of lies
And warfare's majestic increase
John Le Gay Brereton
For erratic style he leads van,
Wildly, wayward Walt Whitman.
*Mathew Arnold saw fit to say that Longfellow was not
Song Of The Redwood-tree
A CALIFORNIA song!
A prophecy and indirection--a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air;
A chorus of dryads, fading, departing--or hamadryads departing;
A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky,