Let Me Sing Of What I Know

By William Allingham

A wild west Coast, a little Town,
Where little Folk go up and down,
Tides flow and winds blow:

Dispraise Of A Courtly Life

By Sir Philip Sidney

Walking in bright Phœbus’ blaze,
Where with heat oppressed I was,
I got to a shady wood,
Where green leaves did newly bud;
And of grass was plenty dwelling,
Decked with pied flowers sweetly smelling.

Wolf and Hound

By Adam Lindsay Gordon

    "The hills like giants at a hunting lay
    Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay."—Browning.

    You'll take my tale with a little salt,
    But it needs none, nevertheless,