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God's Vengeance

© John Hay

Saith the Lord, "Vengeance is mine;
I will repay," saith the Lord;
Ours be the anger divine,
Lit by the flash of his word.

And if a lightning now were loosed in flame
Out of the darkness of the cloud to claim
Thy heart, O England, how wouldst thou be known
In that hour? How to the quick core be shown
And seen? What cry should from thy very soul
Answer the judgment of that thunder--roll?

Sonnet IX. To Priestley

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Tho' roused by that dark Visir riot rude
Have driven our Priestly o'er the ocean swell;
Tho' Superstition and her wolfish brood
Bay his mild radiance, impotent and fell;

Australasia

© William Charles Wentworth

Hadst thou, old Cynic, seen this unclad crew
Stretch their bare bodies in the nightly dew,
Like hairy Satyrs, midst their Sylvan seats,
Endure both winter's frosts, and summer's heats;
Thy cloak and tub away thou wouldst have cast,
And tried, like them, to brave the piercing blast.

Orlando Furioso Canto 1

© Ludovico Ariosto

CANTO 1

ARGUMENT

Alexander And Phillip

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The cypress spread their gloom
Like a cloak from the noontide beam,
He flung back his dusty plume,
And plunged in the silver stream;
He plunged like the young steed, fierce and wild,
He was borne away like the feeble child.

Written On Cramond Beach

© Frances Anne Kemble

Farewell, old playmate! on thy sandy shore

My lingering feet will leave their print no more;

The Wind And The Whirlwind

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I have a thing to say. But how to say it?
I have a cause to plead. But to what ears?
How shall I move a world by lamentation,
A world which heeded not a Nation's tears?

Wat Tyler - Act III

© Robert Southey

ACT III.

Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VIII -- Bhishma-Badha - (Fall of Bhishma)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

All negotiations for a peaceful partition of the Kuru kingdom having
failed, both parties now prepared for a battle, perhaps the most
sanguinary that was fought on the plains of India in the ancient
times. It was a battle of nations, for all warlike races in Northern
India took a share in it.

The Campaign, A Poem, To His Grace The Duke Of Marlborough

© Joseph Addison

While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,

Proud in their number to enrol your name;

"You would have understood me, had you waited"

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

You would have understood me, had you waited;
I could have loved you, dear! as well as he:
Had we not been impatient, dear! and fated
Always to disagree.

The Lord of the Isles: Canto III.

I.

Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head

To The Painted Columbine

© Jones Very

Bright image of the early years
When glowed my cheek as red as thou,
And life's dark throng of cares and fears
Were swift-winged shadows o'er my sunny brow!