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On the Prospect of Peace

© Thomas Tickell

To the Lord Privy Seal

Contending kings, and fields of death, too long

I'll Tell Thee Everything I Can

© Lewis Carroll

I'll tell thee everything I can;

There's little to relate,

The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.

Dreamland

© Lewis Carroll

When midnight mists are creeping,

And all the land is sleeping,

As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese
Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese. ~ Chaucer

La Solitude De St. Amant /La Solitude A Alcidon /

© Katherine Philips

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O! Solitude, my sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult, and from noise,

Ode to a Man of Letters

© John Logan

Lo, winter's hoar dominion past!
Arrested in his eastern blast
The fiend of nature flies;
Breathing the spring, the zephyrs play,
And re-enthroned the Lord of day
Resumes the golden skies.

An Epitaph on the Death of Nicholas Grimald

© Barnabe Googe

A thousand doltish geese we might have spared,
A thousand witless heads death might have found,
A taken them for whom no man had cared,
And laid them low in deep oblivious ground:
But fortune favors fool, as old men say,
And lets them live, and takes the wise away.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto III.

© George Gordon Byron

I.

Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!

Sonnet VIII: Thou Poor Heart

© Samuel Daniel

Thou poor heart sacrific'd unto the fairest,

Hast sent the incense of thy sighs to heav'n;

A Torchbearer

© Edith Wharton

Great cities rise and have their fall; the brass

That held their glories moulders in its turn.

An Epistle to a Lady

© Mary Leapor

In vain, dear Madam, yes in vain you strive;
Alas! to make your luckless Mira thrive,
For Tycho and Copernicus agree,
No golden Planet bent its Rays on me.

The Four Children

Linking her chain sweet Geraldine said,
"Big John or James I will surely wed;
I soon must choose which shall best please me,
I care not at all for little Benjie."

The House Of Dust: {Complete}

© Conrad Aiken

The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.

Tale XVII

RESENTMENT.

Females there are of unsuspicious mind,

Rokeby: Canto V.

"Summer eve is gone and past,
Summer dew is falling fast;
I have wander'd all the day,
Do not bid me farther stray!
Gentle hearts, of gentle kin,
Take the wandering harper in."