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Twas The Night Before Christmas — Clement Clarke Moore	'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with...	135 views Rate it
The Alien Boy — Mary Darby Robinson	'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung with weeds, Mark'd the poor Exile's home. Full...	135 views Rate it
The Winter's Spring — John Clare	The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own The winter is the spring. No flowers to please--no...	135 views Rate it
St. Andrews Anniversary — James McIntyre	The following is a clipping from an old Ingersoll paper on St. Andrew's Anniversary, 30th November, 1868...	135 views Rate it
An Unfortunate Likeness — William Schwenck Gilbert	I'VE painted SHAKESPEARE all my life - "An infant" (even then at "play"!) "A boy," with stage-ambition rife, Then "Married to ANN...	134 views Rate it
The Mystic’s Christmas — John Greenleaf Whittier	'All hail!' the bells of Christmas rang, 'All hail!' the monks at Christmas sang, The merry monks who kept with cheer The gladdest day of all their...	134 views Rate it
Grandpa's Christmas — Ella Wheeler Wilcox	In his great cushioned chair by the fender An old man sits dreaming to-night, His withered hands, licked by the tender, Warm rays of the red anthracite,...	134 views Rate it
Gordon Of Brackley — Andrew Lang	Down Deeside cam Inveraye Whistlin' and playing, An' called loud at Brackley gate Ere the day dawning-- 'Come, Gordon of Brackley. Proud Gordon, come...	134 views Rate it
Marmion: Introduction to Canto VI. — Sir Walter Scott	Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still. Each age has deemed the new-born year The...	132 views Rate it
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Landlord's Tale; The Rhyme of Sir Christopher — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	It was Sir Christopher Gardiner, Knight of the Holy Sepulchre, From Merry England over the sea, Who stepped upon this continent As if his august presence...	132 views Rate it
The Eve Of Waterloo — George Gordon Lord Byron	There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women...	132 views Rate it
"Gods plan?" — Andrea Gomez	Gods plan” Who is to say he didn’t live off of what time was given to him? So maybe he isn’t has special as they portray him to be? Maybe he is living...	131 views Rate it
Oban — William Topaz McGonagall	Oh! beautiful Oban with your lovely bay, Your surroundings are magnificent on a fine summer-day; There the lover of the picturesque can behold, As the sun...	131 views Rate it
The Village Saturday Night — Count Giacomo Leopardi	The damsel from the field returns, The sun is sinking in the west; Her bundle on her head she sets, And in her hand she bears A bunch of roses and of...	131 views Rate it
Wat Tyler - Act I — Robert Southey	ACT I. SCENE, A BLACKSMITH'S-SHOP Wat Tyler at work within. A May-pole before the Door. ALICE, PIERS, &c. ...	130 views Rate it
The Old Clock on the Stairs — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Somewhat back from the village street Stands the old-fashioned country-seat. Across its antique portico Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw;...	127 views Rate it
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf II. -- The King's Return — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	And King Olaf heard the cry, Saw the red light in the sky, Laid his hand upon his sword, As he leaned upon the railing, And his ships went sailing,...	127 views Rate it
Christmas — Edith Nesbit	WITH garlands to grace it, with laughter to greet it, Christmas is here, holly-red and snow-white, Hung round with quaint legends, and old-as-life...	127 views Rate it
Deleted — Steve Dupere	Deleted...	126 views Rate it
The Supplanter: A Tale — Thomas Hardy	I...	126 views Rate it
The hock-cart, or harvest home:to the right honourable mildmay, earl of westmorland — Robert Herrick	Come, Sons of Summer, by whose toil We are the lords of wine and oil: By whose tough labours, and rough hands, We rip up first, then reap our lands....	126 views Rate it
Isaiah 54 — Wayne Blair	Prophet is in love With a City A place of peace and assurance. Zion of his dreams. And visions. Adorned with precious stones. Delighted with...	123 views Rate it
Wedding Song — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe	THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye are feasting the new-married...	123 views Rate it
Son-Days — Henry Vaughan	1...	123 views Rate it
Quintetto — Thomas Love Peacock	[To the tune of "Turning, turning, turning, as wheel goes round."] RECITATIVE. MR....	122 views Rate it