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Ode to a Young Lady
© William Shenstone
Survey, my Fair! that lucid stream,
Adown the smiling valley stray;
Would Art attempt, or Fancy dream,
To regulate its winding way?
The Progress of Error
© William Cowper
Sing, muse (if such a theme, so dark, so long
May find a muse to grace it with a song),
Spring Awoke To-Day
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SPRING awoke to-day!
Somewhere--far away--
Spring awoke to-day
From the depth of dream.
The Rainbow
© James Thomson
Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around.
Full swell the woods; their every music wakes,
Mix'd in wild concert, with the warbling brooks
Increased, the distant bleatings of the hills,
Ode To The Poppy
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written by a deceased friend.
NOT for the promise of the labour'd field,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A FOREST IN BOSNIA
Spirit of Trajan! What a world is here,
What remnant of old Europe in this wood,
Of life primaeval rude as in the year
To his Friends of Christ-Church upon the mislike of the Marriage of the Arts acted at Woodstock
© Henry King
But is it true, the Court mislik't the Play,
That Christ-Church and the Arts have lost the day;
That Ignoramus should so far excell,
Their Hobby-horse from ours hath born the Bell?
Battle Of Brunanburgh
© Alfred Tennyson
Theirs was a greatness
Got from their Grandsires-
Theirs that so often in
Strife with their enemies
Struck for their hoards and their hearths and their homes.
Blades
© Padraic Colum
But no one drew meaning from the song
As he made an equal edge along
One side of the blade and the other one,
And polished the surface till it shone.
A Book of Dreams: Part II
© George MacDonald
A great church in an empty square,
A place of echoing tones;
Feet pass not oft enough to wear
The grass between the stones.
A Postscript unto the Reader
© Michael Wigglesworth
And now good Reader, I return again
To talk with thee, who hast been at the pain
Reverence Waking Hope
© George MacDonald
A power is on me, and my soul must speak
To thee, thou grey, grey man, whom I behold
General Grant -- The Hero Of The War
© George Moses Horton
Brave Grant, thou hero of the war,
Thou art the emblem of the morning star,
Horace, Book II. Ode XVI.
© William Cowper
Ease is the weary merchant's prayer,
Who ploughs by night the Ægean flood,
When neither moon nor stars appear,
Or faintly glimmer through the cloud.
The Tweed Visited
© William Lisle Bowles
O Tweed! a stranger, that with wandering feet
O'er hill and dale has journeyed many a mile,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 02
© Torquato Tasso
XV
"Say that a knight, who holds in great disdain
Ode, written 1739
© William Shenstone
Urit spes animi credula mutui.-Hor.
Imitation.
Fond hope of a reciprocal desire
Inflames the breast.
When all Thy Mercies, O My God
© Joseph Addison
When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, Im lost
In wonder, love and praise.
An Invitation
© James Russell Lowell
Nine years have slipt like hour-glass sand
From life's still-emptying globe away,
Since last, dear friend, I clasped your hand,
And stood upon the impoverished land,
Watching the steamer down the bay.
