“When this cruel war is over”

        DEAREST love, do you remember
          When we last did meet,
        How you told me that you loved me
          Kneeling at my feet?
        Oh, how proud you stood before me
          In your suit of blue,
        When you vowed to me...

Poet: Anonymous
The Year of Jubilee

SAY, 1 darkeys, hab you seen de massa,
  Wid de muffstash on he face,
Go long de road some time dis mornin’,
  Like he gwine leabe de place?
He see de smoke way up de ribber
  Whar de Lincum gunboats lay;
He took he hat an’ leff berry sudden,...

Poet: Anonymous
The Twa Corbies

As I was walking all alane,
I heard two corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t’other say,
“Where sall we gang and dine to-day?”

“In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
And nae body kens that he lies there,
...

Poet: Anonymous
The Drummer-Boy’s Burial

All day long the storm of battle through the startled valley swept;
All night long the stars in heaven o’er the slain sad vigils kept.

O, the ghastly upturned faces gleaming whitely through the night!
O, the heaps of mangled corses in that dim sepulchral light!

...
Poet: Anonymous
Woman

When Eve brought woe to all mankind
Old Adam called her wo-man;
But when she wooed with love so kind,
He then pronounced her woo-man.
But now, with folly and with pride,
Their husbands’ pockets trimming,
The women are so full of whims
That...

Poet: Anonymous
“There is a garden in her face”

From “An Houre’s Recreation in Musicke,” 1606

THERE is a garden in her face,
  Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
  Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow;
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till cherry-ripe...

Poet: Anonymous
A Passage in the Life of Saint Augustine

Long pored Saint Austin o’er the sacred page,
  And doubt and darkness overspread his mind;
On God’s mysterious being thought the Sage,
  The Triple Person in one Godhead joined.
  The more he thought, the harder did he find
To solve the various doubts...

Poet: Anonymous
Te Deum Laudamus

Version of the “American Episcopal Church Prayer-Book” 1
WE praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord.
All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting.
To thee all Angels cry aloud; the Heavens, and all the powers therein.
To thee Cherubim and...

Poet: Anonymous
George Washington

By broad Potomac’s silent shore
  Better than Trajan lowly lies,
  Gilding her green declivities
With glory now and evermore;
  Art to his fame no aid hath lent;
  His country is his monument.
Poet: Anonymous
Echo and the Lover

Lover.  Echo! mysterious nymph, declare
    Of what you ’re made, and what you are.
Echo.                    Air!
Lover.  Mid airy cliffs and places high,
    Sweet Echo! listening love, you lie.
Echo.                    You lie!
Lover.  Thou dost...

Poet: Anonymous