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The Old Familiar Faces

I have had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days-
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.


Charles Lamb
A School Song

Prelude to "Stalky & Co."

"Let us now praise famous men"--

Rudyard Kipling
He Fell Among Thieves

“Ye have robbed,” said he, “ye have slaughtered and made an end,
Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:
What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?”
“Blood for our blood,” they said.

Henry Newbolt
The Spring

(After Rilke)

Spring has returned! Everything has returned!
The earth, just like a schoolgirl, memorizes

Delmore Schwartz
A Walk After Dark

A cloudless night like this
Can set the spirit soaring:
After a tiring day
The clockwork spectacle is

W. H. Auden
The Death Of The Hired Man

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step,
She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage
To meet him in the doorway with the news

Robert Frost
The Deserted Village

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain,
Where smiling spring its earliest visits paid,
And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed:

Oliver Goldsmith
Beat! Beat! Drums!


Beat! beat! drums!-Blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows-through doors-burst like a ruthless force,

Walt Whitman
Souvenirs Of Democracy

The business man, the acquirer vast,
After assiduous years, surveying results, preparing for departure,
Devises houses and lands to his children-bequeaths stocks, goods-funds for a school or hospital,
Leaves money to certain companions to buy tokens, souvenirs of gems and gold;

Walt Whitman
Frost At Midnight

The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A Poet!—he Hath Put His Heart To School

A poet!-He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Which art hath lodged within his hand-must laugh
By precept only, and shed tears by rule.

William Wordsworth
There Was A Boy

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander! many a time,
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,

William Wordsworth
To The Cuckoo

O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?

William Wordsworth
Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service

Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars.
The Jew of Malta.


T. S. Eliot
Penmaen Pool

For the Visitors' Book at the Inn

Who long for rest, who look for pleasure
Away from counter, court, or school

Gerard Manley Hopkins
Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur

“How shall I be a poet?
How shall I write in rhyme?
You told me once the very wish
Partook of the sublime:

Lewis Carroll
The School Boy

I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me.

William Blake
Adam’s Curse

We sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, ‘A line will take us hours maybe;

William Butler Yeats
All Souls’ Night

Epilogue to “A Vision'

Midnight has come, and the great Christ Church Bell
And may a lesser bell sound through the room;

William Butler Yeats
Among School Children


I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;

William Butler Yeats
Easter, 1916

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.

William Butler Yeats
In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen

Five-and-twenty years have gone
Since old William pollexfen
Laid his strong bones down in death
By his wife Elizabeth

William Butler Yeats
Michael Robartes And The Dancer

He. Opinion is not worth a rush;
In this altar-piece the knight,
Who grips his long spear so to push
That dragon through the fading light,

William Butler Yeats
First Snow

To clear the walk before the children start
for school, you rise and dress, and take the broom
beside the door, and go out into darkness
where the snow you sweep from side to side

Jared Carter
Parnell’s Funeral


Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd.
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown

William Butler Yeats
Remorse For Intemperate Speech

I ranted to the knave and fool,
But outgrew that school,
Would transform the part,
Fit audience found, but cannot rule

William Butler Yeats
Running To Paradise

As I came over Windy Gap
They threw a halfpenny into my cap.
For I am running to paradise;
And all that I need do is to wish

William Butler Yeats
Sailing To Byzantium


That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees

William Butler Yeats
The Tower


What shall I do with this absurdity-
O heart, O troubled heart-this caricature,

William Butler Yeats
To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Prove

You gave, but will not give again
Until enough of paudeen's pence
By Biddy's halfpennies have lain
To be 'some sort of evidence',

William Butler Yeats
To A Young Beauty

Dear fellow-artist, why so free
With every sort of company,
With every Jack and Jill?
Choose your companions from the best;

William Butler Yeats
What Then?

His chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;

William Butler Yeats
Locksley Hall Sixty Years After

Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,
Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,

Wander'd back to living boyhood while I heard the curlews call,

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ode On The Poetical Character

As once, if not with light regard,
I read aright that gifted bard,
(Him whose school above the rest
His loveliest Elfin Queen has blest,)

William Collins
Thousand Star Hotel, Hanoi


Over the road from the three star Galaxy Hotel is our hotel,
the old park on Phan Dinh Phung Street,

S. K. Kelen
An Essay On Criticism

'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill
Appear in Writing or in Judging ill,
But, of the two, less dang'rous is th' Offence,
To tire our Patience, than mis-lead our Sense:

Alexander Pope
Because I Could Not Stop For Death


Because I could not stop for Death-
He kindly stopped for me-

Emily Dickinson
I Often Passed The Village


I often passed the village
When going home from school-

Emily Dickinson
It Don’t Sound So Terrible—quite—as It Did


It don't sound so terrible-quite-as it did-
I run it over-”Dead”, Brain, “Dead.”

Emily Dickinson
It Was Given To Me By The Gods


It was given to me by the Gods-
When I was a little Girl-

Emily Dickinson
Knows How To Forget!


Knows how to forget!
But could It teach it?

Emily Dickinson
Let Us Play Yesterday


Let Us play Yesterday-
I-the Girl at school-

Emily Dickinson
On Such A Night, Or Such A Night


On such a night, or such a night,
Would anybody care

Emily Dickinson
Taken From Men—this Morning>


Taken from men-this morning-
Carried by men today-

Emily Dickinson
The Hills In Purple Syllables


The Hills in Purple syllables
The Day's Adventures tell

Emily Dickinson
The Nearest Dream Recedes—unrealized


The nearest Dream recedes-unrealized-
The Heaven we chase,

Emily Dickinson
Tis One By One—the Father Counts


'Tis One by One-the Father counts-
And then a Tract between

Emily Dickinson
Your Riches—taught Me—poverty


Your Riches-taught me-Poverty.
Myself-a Millionaire

Emily Dickinson
A Song For Kilts

How grand the human race would be
If every man would wear a kilt,
A flirt of Tartan finery,
Instead of trousers, custom built!

Robert Service
A Sourdough Story

Hark to the Sourdough story, told at sixty below,
When the pipes are lit and we smoke and spit
Into the campfire glow.
Rugged are we and hoary, and statin' a general rule,

Robert Service
A Verseman’s Apology

Alas! I am only a rhymer,
I don't know the meaning of Art;
But I learned in my little school primer
To love Eugene Field and Bret Harte.

Robert Service
Belated Conscience

To buy for school a copy-book
I asked my Dad for two-pence;
He gave it with a gentle look,
Although he had but few pence.

Robert Service
Dreams Are Best

I just think that dreams are best,
Just to sit and fancy things;
Give your gold no acid test,
Try not how your silver rings;

Robert Service

At school I never gained a prize,
Proving myself the model ass;
Yet how I watched the wistful eyes,
And cheered my mates who topped the class.

Robert Service

The height of wisdom seems to me
That of a child;
So let my ageing vision be
Serene and mild.

Robert Service
Learn To Like

School yourself to savour most
Joys that have but little cost;
Prove the best of life is free,
Sun and stars and sky and sea;

Robert Service
Mc’clusky’s Nell

In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free,
An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree,
An roarin' rageful warning when the boys got overwild,
When peekin' through the double door he spied a tiny child.

Robert Service
My Ancestors

A barefoot boy I went to school
To save a cobbler's fee,
For though the porridge pot was full
A frugal folk were we;

Robert Service
Old David Smail

He dreamed away his hours in school;
He sat with such an absent air,
The master reckoned him a fool,
And gave him up in dull despair.

Robert Service
Old Sweethearts

Oh Maggie, do you mind the day
We went to school together,
And as we stoppit by the way
I rolled you in the heather?

Robert Service