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See Where The Thames, The Purest Stream

© William Cowper

See where the Thames, the purest stream
That wavers to the noon-day beam,
Divides the vale below;
While like a vein of liquid ore
His waves enrich the happy shore,
Still shining as they flow.

The charms of mental converse some may fear,
Who scruple not to lend a ready ear
To kitchen tales, of scandal, strife, and love,
Which make the maid and mistress hand and glove ;
And ever deem the sin and danger less,
Merely for being in a vulgar dress.

The Bride Of Abydos

© George Gordon Byron

Know ye the land where cypress and myrtle

Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,

The Vaudois

© William Wordsworth

BUT whence came they who for the Saviour Lord

Have long borne witness as the Scriptures teach?--

My Birthday

© Charles Lamb

A dozen years since in this house what commotion,
What bustle, what stir, and what joyful ado;
Every soul in the family at my devotion,
When into the world I came twelve years ago.

Autumn

© Frances Anne Kemble

Thou comest not in sober guise,

In mellow cloak of russet clad

The Hamadryad

© Walter Savage Landor

Her lips were seald; her head sank on his breast.
T is said that laughs were heard within the wood:
But who should hear them? and whose laughs? and why?

Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part II.

© Henry James Pye

Yet midst the scene of dread, when certain fate
Rides on the tempest in terrific state,
Bold in the face of death the naval train
Exert their force, and brave the insulting main;
Though rising horrors on their efforts lower,
And the deaf whirlwind mock their useless power.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Sicilian's Tale; The Monk of Casal-Maggiore

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Once on a time, some centuries ago,

In the hot sunshine two Franciscan friars

Remembrance Of

© William Wordsworth

COMPOSED UPON THE THAMES NEAR RICHMOND
GLIDE gently, thus for ever glide,
O Thames! that other bards may see
As lovely visions by thy side

To Mrs. Barber

© Mary Barber

See, the bright Sun renews his annual Course,
Each Beam re--tinges, and revives its Force,
By Years uninjur'd; so may'st thou remain,
Not Time from thee, but thou from Time may'st gain:
O might the Fates thy vital Thread prolong,
And make thy Life immortal, as thy Song!

Sisyphus

But when, asudden, swift on angry flash,
Rumbled imperious thunder overhead,
At the commanding mandate, Sisyphus,
Bulkily rising, straightened limbs relaxed,
And turned him yet again unto his task,
Mumbling the while habitual lament.