The Lily Bed - Isabella Valancy Crawford

His cedar paddle, scented, red,
He thrust down through the lily bed;

Invocation of Ireland - Amergin Glúingel

I request the land of Ireland (to come forth)
coursed is the wild sea
wild the crying mountains
crying the generous woods

’Tis The Feast Of Corn - Paul Verlaine

’Tis the feast of corn, ’tis the feast of bread,
   On the dear scene returned to, witnessed again!
So white is the light o’er the reapers shed
   Their shadows fall pink on the level grain.

Anthony and Cleopatra - Jose-Maria de Heredia

Together from the terrace they could see
Egypt bed down beneath a sultry sky;
through the black delta, fatly, massively,
to Saïs or Bubastis, Nile rolled by.

Arrival of the Emperor - Osmer Eder Balam

I know how much you wish to see me fall;
That in my life’s biography, death overshadows my feet
But speak not ill words that poison the wind
For you waste your energy, my author of deceit.

Fear Not, Dear Friend, But Freely Live Your Days - Robert Louis Stevenson

Fear not, dear friend, but freely live your days
Though lesser lives should suffer. Such am I,
A lesser life, that what is his of sky

Eurunderee - Henry Lawson

There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not,
On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot.
Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze
From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees,
There are voice-haunted gaps, ever sullen and strange,
But Eurunderee lies like a gem in the range.

The Veteran - Esaias Tegnér

I love the old heroic times
  Of Charles the Twelfth, our country’s glory,
And deem them fittest for the scenes
  Of stern or tender story;

Scythe Song - Andrew Lang

Mowers, weary and brown, and blithe,
What is the word methinks ye know —
Endless over-word that the scythe
Sings to the blades of the grass below?

The Himalayas (The Hunter and the Hero - Book V) - Bhāravi

The towering Himalaya rose,
   Surpassing mighty Meru high,
To view the limits of wide space,
   Perchance to scale the lofty sky!