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Rosleen By  Gilbert Parker She’s the darlin’ of the parish, she’s the pride of Inniskillen; ‘Twould make your heart lep up to see her trippi...

The Last Dream By  Gilbert Parker One more dream in the slow night watches,     One more sleep when the world is dumb, And his soul leans ou...

Wild Goose Shot At Midnight, November, 1888 By  James McIntyre From the regions of the north Where the waters now are frozen, Towards the so...

Another Song of a Fool By  William Butler Yeats This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor...

Dairy Sketches By  James McIntyre In vale of Thames oft' times are seen The cattle graze 'mong sweetest green, Or there contented wi...

Later By  Edwin John Dove Pratt Was that a cry you say you heard?     Where? No. The winds would drown it quite.     No sound would reach th...

Upon the Road to Rockabout By  C. J. Dennis Upon the road to Rockabout I came upon some sheep —  A large and woolly flock about As wide as i...