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The Child Of The Islands - Conclusion
© Caroline Norton
I.
MY lay is ended! closed the circling year,
From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night;
The moan of sorrow, and the sigh of fear,
The Legend Of Lady Gertrude
© Ada Cambridge
E'en till the woods and hamlets down below,
And summer meadows, were all broad and clear;
The river, moving statelily and slow,
A crimson ribbon in the sunset glow-
The dim, white, distant city strangely near.
The Hermit
© James Beattie
At the close of day, when the hamlet is still,
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
Sonnets LXXIV: LXXV:LXXVI: Old and New Art
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER
Give honour unto Luke Evangelist;
Elegy V. Anno Aet. 20. On The Approach Of Spring (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Time, never wand'ring from his annual round,
Bids Zephyr breathe the Spring, and thaw the ground;
The Mountain Whippoorwill
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Listen to my fiddle Kingdom ComeKingdom Come!
Hear the frogs a-chunkin "Jug o rum, Jug o' rum!"
Hear that mountain-whippoorwill be lonesome in the air.
An Ill tell yuh how I traveled to the Essex County Fair.
Circe
© Augusta Davies Webster
Ah me! these love a day and laugh again,
and loving, laughing, find a full content;
but I know nought of peace, and have not loved.
The Tears Of A Painter
© William Cowper
Apelles, hearing that his boy
Had just expired--his only joy!
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Third
© William Wordsworth
NOW joy for you who from the towers
Of Brancepeth look in doubt and fear,
Telling melancholy hours!
Proclaim it, let your Masters hear
Saint Monica
© Charlotte Turner Smith
AMONG deep woods is the dismantled scite
Of an old Abbey, where the chaunted rite,
The Castle Of Indolence
© James Thomson
The castle hight of Indolence,
And its false luxury;
Where for a little time, alas!
We lived right jollily.
Metamorphoses: Book The Eighth
© Ovid
The End of the Eighth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
The Flower of Love
© Thomas Love Peacock
'Tis said the rose is Love's own flower,
Its blush so bright, its thorns so many;
Laurance - [Part 2]
© Jean Ingelow
Then looking hard upon her, came to him
The power to feel and to perceive. Her teeth
Chattered, and all her limbs with shuddering failed,
And in her threadbare shawl was wrapped a child
That looked on him with wondering, wistful eyes.
Dedication - The Poems Of Goeth
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
By new-born flow'rs that full of dew-drops hung;
The youthful day awoke with ecstacy,
And all things quicken'd were, to quicken me.
'Tis The Feast Of Corn
© Paul Verlaine
'Tis the feast of corn, 'tis the feast of bread,
On the dear scene returned to, witnessed again!
So white is the light o'er the reapers shed
Their shadows fall pink on the level grain.
