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Of Heaven

© John Bunyan

Heaven is a place, also a state,
It doth all things excel,
No man can fully it relate,
Nor of its glory tell.

The Four Seasons : Winter

© James Thomson

See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train;
Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme,
These! that exalt the soul to solemn thought,

Love

© George Moses Horton

Whilst tracing thy visage I sink in emotion,
For no other damsel so wond'rous I see;
Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I think of no other, my true-love, but thee.

The Sensation Captain

© William Schwenck Gilbert

No nobler captain ever trod
Than CAPTAIN PARKLEBURY TODD,
So good - so wise - so brave, he!
But still, as all his friends would own,
He had one folly - one alone -
This Captain in the Navy.

Hymn XII: Come, Ye That Love the Lord

© Charles Wesley

Come, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known;

Vision of Columbus Book 2

© Joel Barlow

High o'er the changing scene, as thus he gazed,

The indulgent Power his arm sublimely raised;

From Mount Gerizzim

© John Bunyan

Besides what I said of the Four Last Things,

And of the weal and woe that from them springs;

In Plaster

© Sylvia Plath

I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now:

This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one,

Give Your Heart To The Hawks

© Robinson Jeffers

I

The apples hung until a wind at the equinox,

Don Juan: Canto The Fifth

© George Gordon Byron

When amatory poets sing their loves

In liquid lines mellifluously bland,

Vision Of Columbus - Book 9

© Joel Barlow

Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,

Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.

Ode On A Nearer Prospect Of Summer Hill

© Richard Harris Barham

O Summer Hill! if thou wert mine,

I'd order in a pipe of wine,

Ghazal 3

© Daagh Dehlvi

na maza hai dushmani main na hai lutf dosti main
koi gair gair hota koi yar yar hota

This is our lot if we live so long and labour unto the end
Then we outlive the impatient years and the much too patient friend:
And because we know we have breath in our mouth and think we have thoughts enough in our head,
We shall assume that we are alive, whereas we are really dead.

A Postscript unto the Reader

And now good Reader, I return again

To talk with thee, who hast been at the pain

The Crystal Palace

With ganial foire
Thransfuse me loyre,
Ye sacred nympths of Pindus,
The whoile I sing
That wondthrous thing,
The Palace made o' windows!

The Charnel Rose: A Symphony

© Conrad Aiken

And a silent star slipped golden down the darkness,
Down the great wall, leaving no trace in the sky,
And years went with it, and worlds. And he dreamed still
Of a fleeter shadow among the shadows running,
Foam into foam, without a gesture or cry,
Leaving him there, alone, on a lonely hill.

To the memory of my dear Daughter in Law, Mrs. Mercy Bradstreet, who deceased Sept. 6. 1669. in the

And live I still to see Relations gone,

And yet survive to sound this wailing tone;

The Four Seasons : Summer

From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
He comes attended by the sultry Hours,