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• The Ballad of Dead Ladies

  From the French by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  TELL me now in what hidden way is
  Lady Flora the lovely Roman? …

  François Villon

• The Old Year and the New

  Last night at twelve, amid the knee-deep snows,
  A child of Time accepted his repose,—
  The eighteen hundred fifty-sixth of grace, …

  William Cleaver Wilkinson

• The Death of the old Year

  Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
  And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
  Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• A Fancy from Fontenelle

  “De mémoires de Roses on n’a point vu mourir le Jardinier.”
  THE ROSE in the garden slipped her bud,
  And she laughed in the pride of her youthful blood, …

  Austin Dobson

• What is the Grass?

  From “The Song of Myself”
  A CHILD said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
  How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. …

  Walt Whitman

• The Ascent of Man

  He stood upon the earth, and turned
  To gaze on sky and land and sea,
  While in his ear the whisper burned, …

  Rossiter Worthington Raymond

• Rubáiyát

  Paraphrased from the Persian by Edward Fitzgerald
  I.
  WAKE! for the Sun, who scattered into flight …

  Omar Khayyam

• Time: An Enigma

  Ever eating, never cloying,
  All-devouring, all-destroying,
  Never finding full repast …

  Jonathan Swift

• This Life

  This Life, which seems so fair,
  Is like a bubble blown up in the air
  By sporting children’s breath, …

  William Drummond, of Hawthornden

• Retribution

  From the German by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  [Greek]
  (“The mills of the gods grind late, but they grind fine.”) …

  Friedrich von Logau

• The Lye

  Goe, soule, the bodie’s guest,
  Upon a thanklesse arrant;
  Feare not to touche the best— …

  Sir Walter Raleigh

• The Generous Air

  From the Greek by William M. Hardinge
  BREATHING the thin breath through our nostrils, we
  Live, and a little space the sunlight see— …

  William M Hardinge

• Good Life, Long Life

  IT is not growing like a tree
  In bulk, doth make man better be;
  Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, …

  Ben Jonson

• “Where lies the land?”

  Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
  Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
  And where the land she travels from? Away, …

  Arthur Hugh Clough

• The Rose-Bush

  From the German by William Warren Caldwell
  A CHILD sleeps under a rose-bush fair,
  The buds swell out in the soft May air; …

  Johann Ludwig Uhland

• History of a Life

  Day dawned;—within a curtained room,
  Filled to faintness with perfume,
  A lady lay at point of doom. …

  Bryan Waller Procter

• My Quaker Grandmothers

  Like two little doves in gray
  On the boughs of a greenwood tree,
  My two Quaker grandmothers sit …

  Oliver Huckel

• Address to the Mummy at Belzoni’s Exhibition

  And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!
  In Thebes’s streets three thousand years ago,
  When the Memnonium was in all its glory, …

  Horace Smith

• London Bridge

  Proud and lowly, beggar and lord,
  Over the bridge they go;
  Rags and velvet, fetter and sword, …

  Frederic Edward Weatherly

• The Crowded Street

  Let me move slowly through the street,
  Filled with an ever-shifting train,
  Amid the sound of steps that beat …

  William Cullen Bryant

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