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Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful by Edna St. Vincent Millay
III
OH, THINK not I am faithful to a vow!
Faithless am I save to love’s self alone.
Were you no..
On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand has Passed by Henry David Thoreau
On fields o’er which the reaper’s hand has pass’d
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoug..
Out Back by Henry Lawson
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent t..
On The Night Train by Henry Lawson
Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by?
Blackened log and stump and sa..
On the March by Henry Lawson
So the time seems come at last,
And the drums go rolling past,
And above them in the sunlight La..
On the Wallaby by Henry Lawson
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead,
And the possums may gambol in trees overh..
Old St David's at Radnor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What an image of peace and rest
Is this little church among its graves!
All is so quiet; the troub..
October by Hilaire Belloc
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain’s face
Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
Inv..
On Torture: A Public Singer by Hilaire Belloc
Torture will give a dozen pence or more
To keep a drab from bawling at his door.
The public tast..
On Vital Statistics by Hilaire Belloc
Ill fares the land to hast’ning ills a prey (1)
Where wealth accumulates and men decay.’
But how..
On the Little God by Hilaire Belloc
Of all the gods that gave me all their glories
To-day there deigns to walk with me but one.
I le..
On the Ladies of Pixton by Hilaire Belloc
Three Graces; and the mother were a Grace,
But for profounder meaning in her face...
On Two Ministers of State by Hilaire Belloc
Lump says that Caliban’s of gutter breed,
And Caliban says Lump’s a fool indeed,
And Caliban and L..
Oread by Hilda Doolittle
Whirl up, sea—
Whirl your pointed pines.
Splash your great pines
On our rocks.
Hurl your gre..
O! Where Are You Going? by J. R. R. Tolkien
O! What are you doing,
And where are you going?
Your ponies need shoeing!
The River is flowing!
..
One Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
Ash nazg thrakutulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
Three Ri..
One White Tree by J. R. R. Tolkien
Tall ships and tall kings
Three times three.
What brought they from the foundered land
Over the f..
Over the Misty Mountains Cold by J. R. R. Tolkien
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of da..
Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied..
Ode To Psyche by John Keats
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardo..
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