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Wem Ich Zu Gefallen Suche, Und Nicht Suche
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Wohin, wohin treibt dich mit blutgen Sporen
Die Wissbegier, dich, ihren Held?
Du eilst, o Mylius! im Auge feiger Toren
Zur kuenftgen, nicht zur neuen Welt.
Lord! When Those Glorious Lights I See
© George Wither
Lord! when those glorious lights I see
With which thou hast adorned the skies,
Cupid's Promise - Paraphrased
© Matthew Prior
Soft Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
The other day, moved with my lyre,
In flattering accents spoke his joy,
And uttered thus his fond desire.
St. Barnabas
© John Keble
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart
Knows its own anguish and unrest;
Ask What I Shall Give Thee (III)
© John Newton
Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.
Aurora Leigh: Book Niinth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
An active kind of curse. I stood there cursed,
Confounded. I had seized and caught the sense
Of the letter, with its twenty stinging snakes,
In a moment's sweep of eyesight, and I stood
Dazed.-"Ah! not married."
The Nativity of Christ
© Robert Southwell
Behold the father is his daughter's son,
The bird that built the nest is hatched therein,
The old of years an hour hath not outrun,
Eternal life to live doth now begin,
The Word is dumb, the mirth of heaven doth weep,
Might feeble is, and force doth faintly creep.
Kranile
© Arthur Symons
Kranile surges before me in vision: her naked breasts,
The acrid odour of her sex, this perverted saint,
The Spirit Of Navigation
© William Lisle Bowles
Stern Father of the storm! who dost abide
Amid the solitude of the vast deep,
Book Eleventh: France [concluded]
© William Wordsworth
But indignation works where hope is not,
And thou, O Friend! wilt be refreshed. There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble Living and the noble Dead.
Stonehenge
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Gaunt on the cloudy plain
Stand the great Stones,
Dwarfed in the vast reach
Of a sky that owns
The Persevering Tortoise And The Pretentious Hare
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
And THE MORAL (lest you miss one)
Is: There's often time to spare,
And that races are (like this one)
Won not always by a hair.
Angelo
© William Watson
Then Angelo bethought him of his vow;
And stepping forward stood before the twain;
And from his girdle plucked a dagger forth;
And spake no word, but pierced his own heart through.
The Faerie Queene, Book I, Canto IV
© Edmund Spenser
To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa
guides the faithfull knight,
Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy
doth chalenge him to fight.
Rosamund
© Jean Ingelow
I dwell where England narrows running north;
And while our hay was cut came rumours up
Humming and swarming round our heads like bees:
Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto III
© Samuel Butler
Quoth RALPHO, Truly that is no
Hard matter for a man to do,
That has but any guts in 's brains,
And cou'd believe it worth his pains;
But since you dare and urge me to it,
You'll find I've light enough to do it.
