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The Flies. An Eclogue.

© Thomas Parnell

When in the River Cows for Coolness stand,

And Sheep for Breezes seek the lofty Land,

The Ship That Never Returned

© Henry Clay Work

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On a summer's day while the waves were rippling, with a quiet and a gentle breeze;

The Borough. Letter V: The Election

© George Crabbe

YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,

Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;

POEM WRITTEN TO MEHETIBLE CALEF, ON HER MARRIAGE TO CAPTAIN DAVID MOWAT, COMPOSED BY HER BRIDESMAID, ANNE HECHT, IN THE YEAR 1786.
Dear Hetty -
Since the single state
You've left to choose yourself a mate,

The Field of Waterloo

© Sir Walter Scott

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Fair Brussels, thou art far behind,

Theory Of Truth

© Robinson Jeffers

(Reference to The Women at Point Sur)

I stand near Soberanes Creek, on the knoll over the sea, west of

The Cloud Messenger - Part 01

© Kalidasa

A certain yaksha who had been negligent in the execution of his own duties,
on account of a curse from his master which was to be endured for a year and
which was onerous as it separated him from his beloved, made his residence
among the hermitages of Ramagiri, whose waters were blessed by the bathing
of the daughter of Janaka1 and whose shade trees grew in profusion.

A World For Love

© John Clare

Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care;
Oh, this world is but a rude world, and hurts a thing so fair;
Was there a nook in which the world had never been to sear,
That place would prove a paradise when thou and Love were near.

A Treatise On Poetry: IV Natura

© Czeslaw Milosz

The garden of Nature opens.
The grass at the threshold is green.
And an almond tree begins to bloom.

The Shepherd and the Philosopher

© John Gay

A deep philosopher (whose rules
Of moral life were drawn from schools)
The shepherd's homely cottage sought,
And thus explor'd his reach of thought.

In Memoriam~ -- Alice Fane Gunn Stenhouse

© Henry Kendall

The grand, authentic songs that roll
Across grey widths of wild-faced sea,
The lordly anthems of the Pole,
Are loud upon the lea.

Your Picture

It's with your laughing picture that I'm living now,
You whose wrists are so slender and crackle at the joints,
You who wring your hands yet are unwilling to go,
You whose guests stay for hours sharing sadness and joys.

Clifden, In Cunnemara

Here the vast daughters of the eastward tide,
Heaved from the bosoms of the' Atlantic deep,
Lay down the burthen of their mighty forms,
Like some diviner natures of our kind,

Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wa

Great Hope of Britain!-Here the Muse essays
A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise.
Be Her's a zeal of Public Spirit known!
A princely zeal!-a spirit all your own!