"They say it was a shocking sight For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun: But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won "Why 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine; "Nay ... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory. "And every body praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." "Why that I cannot tell," said he, TO A STARING BABY IN A PERAMBULATOR BY NANCY BYRD TURNER Child, I surrender-and hereby declare Of fond delusions, and a scheme or two, But all have perished in that long, light blue They call you "blessed innocent" and "lamb";- The inquisition of your awful eyes. From THE RUBÁIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM As Paraphrased BY EDWARD FITZGERALD We are no other than a moving row Impotent pieces of the game He plays Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the closet lays. The ball no question makes of ayes and noes And He that toss'd you down into the field, The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on nor all your piety nor wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all your tears wash out a word of it. And that inverted bowl they call the Sky, ON ONE IGNORANT AND ARROGANT Thou mayst of double ignorance boast, AN AUGUST MOOD BY DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT Where the pines have fallen on the hillside All along the run Of the rill; and by the rillside Rushes waver and shine; In remote and shady places Wintergreen abounds and interlaces With the twinflower vine. The young earth appears aloof and lonely Nature left with all her golden foison; No ambitions here to wound or poison The pure life of birds and beasts and fishes. All our human passion and endeavour Lightly wheeling, blown about forever; Slighter is than flicker of the rushes; All our prate of evil and of good Lesser than the comment of two thrushes THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON The Mountain and the Squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter "Little Prig," Bun replied: "You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together To make up a year, And a sphere; And I think it no disgrace |