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Don Juan: Canto The Eleventh

© George Gordon Byron

When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,'

And proved it--'twas no matter what he said:

The Vulture and the Husbandman

© Arthur Clement Hilton

The papers they had finished lay
In piles of blue and white.
They answered every thing they could,
And wrote with all their might,
But, though they wrote it all by rote,
They did not write it right.

Georgic 1

© Publius Vergilius Maro

What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star

Maecenas, it is meet to turn the sod

On The Evening And Morning

© George Moses Horton

When Evening bids the Sun to rest retire,
Unwearied Ether sets her lamps on fire;
Lit by one torch, each is supplied in turn,
Till all the candles in the concave burn.

"Augustus Gloop..."

© Roald Dahl

"Augustus Gloop! Augustus Gloop!
The great big greedy nincompoop!
How long could we allow this beast
To gorge and guzzle, feed and feast

The Right Family

© Edgar Albert Guest

With time our notions allus change,

An' years make old idees seem strange--

The Men Of Old

© John Greenleaf Whittier

WELL speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast!
Yet all unworthy of its trust thou art,
If, with dry eye, and cold, unloving heart,
Thou tread'st the solemn Pantheon of the Past,

Peter Released From Prison

© John Newton

Fervent persevering prayers

Are faith's assured resource,

The Hotel

© Harriet Monroe

The long resounding marble corridors, the

shining parlors with shining women in

Spinning Songs

© Padraic Colum

But she said to him, "The goods you proffer
Are far from my mind as the silk of the sea!
The arms of him, my young love, round me,
Is all the treasure that's true for me!"

ER ZAGRIFIZZIO D'ABBRAMO I (Abraham's Sacrifice 1)

© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli

La Bibbia, ch'è una spece d'un'istoria,
Dice che ttra la prima e ssiconn'arca
Abbramo vorze fà da bon patriarca
N'ojocaustico a Dio sur Montemoria.

The Antiquity Of Freedom

© William Cullen Bryant

Here are old trees, tall oaks and gnarled pines,

That stream with gray-green mosses; here the ground

The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 01

© William Langland

What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke dale

And the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe.

Before

Behold me waiting-waiting for the knife.

A little while, and at a leap I storm

Everyday Characters I - The Vicar

Some years ago, ere time and taste

Had turned our parish topsy-turvy,

The Shepherd Of King Admetus

There came a youth upon the earth,
Some thousand years ago,
Whose slender hands were nothing worth,
Whether to plow, to reap, or sow.

Convalescent

What! "Out of danger?" Can the slighted Dame

Or canting Pharisee no more defame?

Said the Narrator:
And when the maidens and Alia had made an end of their talking, and they had said to her, ``Fear not, we are with thee, and of nothing of our souls will we be niggardly for thy sake, and all that thou hast done that too would we have done; and one such as is this knight were more worthy our possessing than all else in the world, for he is without guile and without blemish;--then Alia, hearing this, her heart was quieted, and she arose full of joy, and bent down and kissed the hands of Abu Zeyd. And all the damsels in like manner kissed his hands. And they undid their veils before him to the right and to the left. And Alia bade them bring meats in dishes, and the damsels brought them. And the servants and they rejoiced and were glad together. And when their meal was ended they brought wine and drank of it, and made merry until night fell on them. And they sang psalms and canticles, and played on instruments of music, nor did they leave their merriment for twenty nights, so that Abu Zeyd forgot his people, and it was to him as to one who had been born among them, nor cared he for aught that should happen in the land of Helal. But on the twenty and first night he remembered where he was, and how he had come thither, and the story of the ancient dame who had sought him and the pledge he had given her to obtain for her that which she desired. And tears came to his eyes and flowed down upon his beard. And when Alia saw this she arose and asked him why he wept. And he said, ``I have been remembering my people, and those that are dear to me afar and the business that I came on.'' And she said, ``Wait only till it be dark.'' And he waited until the night came. And she arose and fetched the keys and delivered to him the mare. And she brought him change of raiment and a skin of dates and butter and bread. And she said, ``Take me also with thee with the mare, and leave me not to suffer blame.'' And she clung to his stirrup. But he swore an oath to her that he would return and protect her from her father. And she let go the stirrup. And in that guise he left her, and they were both weeping. And Alia turned from him with weeping eyes, and lamented grievously at their parting. And he went his way through the desert, while she remained in her sorrow. And she sat upon the ground with the daughters of the great ones, and they burst forth all in lamentations and tears.
Then singeth again the Narrator: