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Randolph Of Roanoke

© John Greenleaf Whittier

O Mother Earth! upon thy lap
Thy weary ones receiving,
And o'er them, silent as a dream,
Thy grassy mantle weaving,

My Triumph

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The autumn-time has come;
On woods that dream of bloom,
And over purpling vines,
The low sun fainter shines.

Maud Muller on a summer's day
Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth
Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry gleee
The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But when she glanced to the far-off town

Godspeed

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Outbound, your bark awaits you. Were I one
Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should be
Your favoring trad-wind and consenting sea.
By sail or steed was never love outrun,

Barbara Frietchie

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,Fair as the garden of the Lord

An Autograph

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I write my name as one,
On sands by waves o'errun
Or winter's frosted pane,
Traces a record vain.

Sonnet 9: Queen Virtue's Court

© Sir Philip Sidney

Queen Virtue's court, which some call Stella's face,
Prepar'd by Nature's choicest furniture,
Hath his front built of alabaster pure;
Gold in the covering of that stately place.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 3

© Christopher Smart

For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment A

© Christopher Smart

Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 1

© Christopher Smart

Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers.

Anticipation

© Thomas Hood

"Coming events cast their shadow before."

I had a vision in the summer light

On a Lady Throwing Snow-Balls at Her Lover

© Christopher Smart

[From the Latin of Petronious Ascanius.]When, wanton fair, the snowy orb you throw,
I feel a fire before unknown in snow.
E'en coldest snow I find has pow'r to warm
My breast, when flung by Julia's lovely arm.

A Song To David

© Christopher Smart

I
O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne,
With harp of high majestic tone,
To praise the King of kings;

Ode to Borrowdale

© Amelia Opie

Hail , Derwent's beauteous pride!
Whose charms rough rocks in threatening grandeur guard,
Whose entrance seems to mortals barred,
But to the Genius of the storm thrown wide.

The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto I

The solar fires now faint and wat'ry burn,
Just where with ice Aquarius frets his urn!
If thaw'd, forth issue, from its mouth severe,
Raw clouds, that sadden all th' inverted year.

Light Is More Important Than The Lantern

Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you

Night Is On The Downland

Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland,
On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf,
Where the bent grass beats upon the unplowed poorland
And the pine-woods roar like the surf.

Song of the Worm

© Eliza Cook

THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain
In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ;
The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong,
With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong.