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Gold Egg: A Dream-Fantasy

© James Russell Lowell

I swam with undulation soft,
Adrift on Vischer's ocean,
And, from my cockboat up aloft,
Sent down my mental plummet oft
In hope to reach a notion.

The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The First Book

The plumeless bat with short shrill note flits by,
And the night-raven's scream came fitfully,
Borne on the hollow blast. Eager the Maid
Look'd to the shore, and now upon the bank
Leaps, joyful to escape, yet trembling still
In recollection.

The Necessitarian

© Rudyard Kipling

I know not in Whose hands are laid
To empty upon earth
From unsuspected ambuscade
The very Urns of Mirth;

Songs of the Autumn Days

© George MacDonald

We bore him through the golden land,
One early harvest morn;
The corn stood ripe on either hand-
He knew all about the corn.

Eclogue 8: To Pollio Damon Alphesiboeus

© Publius Vergilius Maro

Scarce had night's chilly shade forsook the sky
What time to nibbling sheep the dewy grass
Tastes sweetest, when, on his smooth shepherd-staff
Of olive leaning, Damon thus began.

The Lesson

© Rudyard Kipling

Not on a single issue, or in one direction or twain,
But conclusively, comprehensively, and several times and
again,

Remembrance

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Friend of mine! whose lot was cast
With me in the distant past;
Where, like shadows flitting fast,

The Eagle, The Sow, And The Cat

© Anne Kingsmill Finch

Curs'd Sycophants! How wretched is the Fate
Of those, who know you not, till 'tis too late!

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 03

© Torquato Tasso

XXXIII

Thus passed she, praised, wished, and wondered at,

A Dedication

© Robert Burns

The Poet, some guid angel help him,
Or else, I fear, some ill ane skelp him!
He may do weel for a' he's done yet,
But only-he's no just begun yet.

Madness

© Henry James Pye

Here some grave Man whose head with prudence fraught
Was ne'er disturb'd by one eccentric thought,
Who without meaning rolls his leaden eyes,
And being stupid, fancies he is wise,
May with sagacious sneers my case deplore,
And urge the use of rest, and Hellebore.

The Wizard Way

© Aleister Crowley

He had crucified a toad
In the basilisk abode,
Muttering the Runes averse
Mad with many a mocking curse.

The Disciples

© Aleister Crowley

Beneath the vine tree and the fig
Where mortal cares may not intrude,
On melon and on sucking pig
Although their brains are bright and big
Banquet the Great White Brotherhood.

The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 07

© William Langland

Treuthe herde telle herof, and to Piers sente
To taken his teme and tilien the erthe,
And purchaced hym a pardoun a pena et a culpa
For hym and for hyse heirs for ever oore after-

Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 07 - Beginnings Of Civilization

© Lucretius

Afterwards,
When huts they had procured and pelts and fire,
And when the woman, joined unto the man,
Withdrew with him into one dwelling place,

Antara

Though thou thy fair face concealest still in thy veil from me,
yet am I he that hath captured horse--riders how many!
Give me the praise of my fair deeds. Lady, thou knowest it,
kindly am I and forbearing, save when wrong presseth me.
Only when evil assaileth, deal I with bitterness;
then am I cruel in vengeance, bitter as colocynth.

Mans Discontent

And the languid breeze was perfumed by a rose's stolen breath;
'Twas the last white bud of Summer that escaped the hand of death,
And my sweet, I feared to meet her for my yesterday of scorn;
Then I flung myself beside her as she knelt amid the corn.
She only said To red and gold grew the green young leaf of Spring.
The rose filled the dead cowslip's throne; now poppy reigns a king.