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Light
© George MacDonald
Dull horrid pools no motion making!
No bubble on the surface breaking!
The dead air lies, without a sound,
Heavy and moveless on the marshy ground.
After The Ball
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Silence now reigns in the corridors wide,
The stately rooms of that mansion of pride;
The music is hushed, the revellers gone,
The glittring ball-room deserted and lone,
Silence and gloom, like a clinging pall,
Oershadow the housetis after the ball.
Scenes From The Faust Of Goethe
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
CHORUS:
Thy countenance gives the Angels strength,
Though none can comprehend Thee:
And all Thy lofty works
Are excellent as at the first day.
Tale XIV
© George Crabbe
dwell,
While he was acting (he would call it) well;
He bought as others buy, he sold as others sell;
There was no fraud, and he demanded cause
Why he was troubled when he kept the laws?"
"My laws!" said Conscience. "What," said he, "
Old Barnard -- A Monkish Tale
© Mary Darby Robinson
OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,
Though his age was full fourscore;
Daphles. An Argive Story
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But the Queen's host by skilful champions led,
Its powers meanwhile concentred to a head,
Lay, an embattled force with wary eye,
Ready to ward or strike whene'er the cry
Of coming foemen on their ears should fall,
Nigh the huge towers which guard the capital.
Clays Defeat
© George Moses Horton
'Tis the hope of the noble defeated;
The aim of the marksman is vain;
The wish of destruction completed,
The soldier eternally slain.
Flower-De-Luce: Palingenesis
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I lay upon the headland-height, and listened
To the incessant sobbing of the sea
In caverns under me,
And watched the waves, that tossed and fled and glistened,
Until the rolling meadows of amethyst
Melted away in mist.
From The Porch At Runnymede
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I stand above the city's rush and din,
And gaze far down with calm and undimmed eyes,
To where the misty smoke wreath grey and dim
Above the myriad roofs and spires rise;
A Picture
© Steen Steensen Blicher
I lay on my heathery hills alone;
The storm-winds rushed o'er me in turbulence loud;
My head rested lone on the gray moorland stone;
My eyes wandered skyward from cloud unto cloud.
The Marvelous Munchausen
© William Rose Benet
The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow,
And Piet and Sachs and Vroom - all in the long ago, -
Oh, the very long ago! - o'er their pipes and hollands seen;
And on the wall the man-o'-war, and firelight on the screen!
The Sangreal
© George MacDonald
Through the wood the sunny day
Glimmered sweetly glad;
Through the wood his weary way
Rode sir Galahad.
Protogenes And Apelles
© Matthew Prior
She said; and to his hand restored
The rival pledge, the missive board.
Upon the happy line were laid
Such obvious light and easy shade,
That Paris' apple stood confest,
Or Leda's egg, or Cloe's breast.
The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
_Lucifer._ HASTEN! hasten!
O ye spirits!
From its station drag the ponderous
Cross of iron, that to mock us
Is uplifted high in air!
Shakuntala Act III
© Kalidasa
ACT III
SCENE The HERMITAGE in a Grove.
The Hermit's Pupil bearing consecrated grass.
Extracts From Leon. An Unfinished Poem
© Joseph Rodman Drake
It is an eve that drops a heavenly balm,
To lull the feelings to a sober calm,
To bid wild passion's fiery flush depart;
And smooth the troubled waters of the heart;
To give a tranquil fixedness to grief,
A cherished gloom, that wishes not relief.
The Gypsy
© Ezra Pound
That was the top of the walk, when he said:
'Have you seen any others, any of our lot,
