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The Low-Backed Car |
Samuel Lover |
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English |
When first I saw sweet Peggy,
’T was on a market day:
A low-backed car she drove, and sat
Upon a truss of hay;
And when that hay was blooming grass
And decked with flowers of spring
No flower was there that could compare
With the... |
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The Luxury to apprehend |
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English |
The Luxury to apprehend
The Luxury 'twould be
To look at Thee a single time
An Epicure of Me
In whatsoever Presence makes
Till for a further Food
I scarcely recollect to starve
So first... |
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The Lye |
Sir Walter Raleigh |
1572 |
English |
Goe, soule, the bodie’s guest,
Upon a thanklesse arrant;
Feare not to touche the best—
The truth shall be thy warrant;
Goe, since I needs must dye,
And give the world the lye.
Goe tell the court it glowes
And shines like... |
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The Lyttel Boy |
Eugene Field |
1870 |
English |
Some time there ben a lyttel boy
That wolde not renne and play,
And helpless like that little tyke
Ben allwais in the way.
“Goe, make you merrie with the rest,”
His weary moder cried;
But with a frown he catcht her gown
And hong... |
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The Mahogany-Tree |
William Makepeace Thackeray |
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English |
Christmas is here;
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we;
Little we fear
Weather without,
Sheltered about
The mahogany-tree.
Once on the boughs
Birds of rare plume
Sang, in its bloom;
Night-... |
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The Maize |
William Whiteman Fosdick |
1845 |
English |
“That precious seed into the furrow cast
Earliest in spring-time crowns the harvest last.”
—PHŒBE CARY.
A SONG for the plant of my own native West,
Where nature and freedom reside,
By plenty still crowned, and by peace ever blest,
To the... |
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The Making of Man |
John White Chadwick |
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English |
As the insect from the rock
Takes the color of its wing;
As the boulder from the shock
Of the ocean’s rhythmic swing
Makes itself a perfect form,
Learns a calmer front to raise;
As the shell, enamelled warm
With the prism’s mystic... |
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The Making of Man |
John White Chadwick |
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English |
As the insect from the rock
Takes the color of its wing;
As the boulder from the shock
Of the ocean’s rhythmic swing
Makes itself a perfect form,
Learns a calmer front to raise;
As the shell, enamelled warm
With the prism’s mystic... |
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The Malay — took the Pearl — |
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English |
The Malay — took the Pearl —
Not — I — the Earl —
I — feared the Sea — too much
Unsanctified — to touch —
Praying that I might be
Worthy — the Destiny —
The Swarthy fellow swam —
And bore... |
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The Man in the Moon |
James Whitcomb Riley |
1869 |
English |
Said the Raggedy Man on a hot afternoon,
“My!
Sakes!
What a lot o’ mistakes
Some little folks makes on the Man in the Moon!
But people that ’s been up to see him like Me,
And calls on him frequent and intimutly,
... |
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The Man Who Frets at Worldly Strife |
Joseph Rodman Drake |
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English |
The man who frets at worldly strife
Grows sallow, sour, and thin;
Give us the lad whose happy life
Is one perpetual grin:
He, Midas-like, turns all to gold,—
He smiles when others sigh,
Enjoys alike the hot and cold,
And laughs... |
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The Man with the Hoe |
Edwin Markham |
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English |
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,
... |
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The Man with the Hoe |
John Vance Cheney |
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English |
Nature reads not our labels, “great” and “small”;
Accepts she one and all
Who, striving, win and hold the vacant place;
All are of royal race.
Him, there, rough-cast, with rigid arm and limb,
The Mother moulded him,
Of his rude realm ruler... |
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The Manner of its Death |
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English |
The Manner of its Death
When Certain it must die —
'Tis deemed a privilege to choose —
'Twas Major Andre's Way —
When Choice of Life — is past —
There yet remains a Love
Its little Fate to stipulate... |
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The Manor Lord |
George Houghton |
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English |
Beside the landsman knelt a dame,
And slowly pushed the pages o’er;
Still by the hearth-fire’s spending flame
She waited, while a hollow roar
Came from the chimney, and the breath
Of twice seven hounds upon the floor;
And, save the old man’s... |
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The Mariner’s Dream |
William Dimond |
1820 |
English |
In slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay;
His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind;
But watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away,
And visions of happiness danced o’er his mind.
He dreamt of his home, of his dear native bowers,
And... |
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The Mariposa Lily |
Ina Coolbrith |
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English |
Insect or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing,
Poised upon slender tip, and quivering
To flight! a flower of the fields of air;
A jewelled moth; a butterfly, with rare
And tender tints upon his downy wing,
A moment resting in our happy sight;
A flower... |
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The Mariposa Lily |
Ina Donna Coolbrith |
1861 |
English |
Insect or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing,
Poised upon slender tip, and quivering
To flight! a flower of the fields of air;
A jewelled moth; a butterfly, with rare
And tender tints upon his downy wing,
A moment resting in our happy sight;
A flower... |
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The Marseillaise |
Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle |
1780 |
English |
Anonymous translation from the French
YE sons of freedom, wake to glory!
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding,
... |
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The Marshes of Glynn |
Sidney Lanier |
1862 |
English |
Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven
Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs,—
Emerald twilights,—
Virginal shy lights,
Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper... |
