After His Realms and States were moved
To bare their hearts to the King they loved,
Tendering themselves in homage and devotion,
The Tide Wave up the Channel spoke
To all those eager, exultant folk:-
"Hear now what Man was given you by the Ocean!

The Voices Of The Ocean

© Robert Laurence Binyon

All the night the voices of ocean around my sleep
Their murmuring undulation sleepless kept.
Rocked in a dream I slept,
Till drawn from trances deep

Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle

© William Wordsworth

Alas! the impassioned minstrel did not know
How, by Heaven's grace, this Clifford's heart was framed:
How he, long forced in humble walks to go,
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.

To the Stars

© Erasmus Darwin

Roll on, ye starts! exult in youthful prime,

Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time;

John Bede Polding

© Henry Kendall

With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head,
A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;
But cannot say the words that should be said
To crowned and winged divinities like you.

To make One's Toilette—after Death

© Emily Dickinson

To make One's Toilette-after Death
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still-

The Twa Gordons

There was John Gordon an' Archibold,
An' a yerl's twin sons war they;
Quhan they war are an' twenty year auld
They fell oot on their ae birthday.

Ode I: The Preface

I.

On yonder verdant hilloc laid,

Georgic 2

Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;

Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee,

Sonnet XXVII

How yesterday is long ago! The past

Is a fixed infinite distance from to-day,

Little Minnie

Alone, all alone
In the grave yard she is sleeping,
That little one we loved so well -
God her little soul is keeping,
For he doeth all things well.

Love Sonnets

How beautiful doth the morning rise
Oer the hills, as from her bower a bride
Comes brightenedblushing with the shame-faced pride
Of love that now consummated supplies