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On Pallas Bathing, From A Hymn Of Callimachus
© William Cowper
Nor oils of balmy scene produce,
Nor mirror for Minerva's use,
Woman On The Field Of Battle
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Where hath not a woman stood,
Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne
By an o'er mastering current!
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VIII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
V The Praise of Love
Spirit of Knowledge, grant me this:
A simple heart and subtle wit
To praise the thing whose praise it is
That all which can be praised is it.
Real Property
© Harold Monro
Tell me about that harvest field.
Oh! Fifty acres of living bread.
The colour has painted itself in my heart;
The form is patterned in my head.
Sonnet XLIV: O Be Not Griev'd
© Samuel Daniel
O be not griev'd that these my papers should
Betray unto the world how fair thou art,
Translation Of A Latin Poem
© William Lisle Bowles
BY THE REV. NEWTON OGLE, DEAN OF MANCHESTER.
Oh thou, that prattling on thy pebbled way
We Go No More To The Forest
© Mary Colborne-Veel
WE go no more to the forest,
The rimus are all cut down.
The First Part: Sonnet 5 - How that vast heaven intitled First is roll'd,
© William Henry Drummond
How that vast heaven intitled First is roll'd,
If any other worlds beyond it lie,
Psalm
© Georg Trakl
It is a light, that the wind has extinguished.
It is a pub on the heath, that a drunk departs in the afternoon.
"PH. Best & Co.'s Lager-Beer"
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In every part of the thrifty town,
Whether my course be up or down,
In lane, and alley, and avenue,
Painted in yellow, and red, and blue,
This side and that, east and west,
Was this flaunting sign-board of "Ph. Best."
Oxford Cheese Ode
© James McIntyre
The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.
Perdition
© Arthur Symons
Why have I never loved? Is it that I am abnormal,
Condemned for my sins, not as some in absurd concavity
In A College Garden
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Senex. Saye, cushat, callynge from the brake,
What ayles thee soe to pyne?
The Wife Of Brittany
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
TRUTH wed to beauty in an antique tale,
Sweet-voiced like some immortal nightingale,
Trills the clear burden of her passsionate lay,
As fresh, as fair as wonderful to-day
As when the music of her balmy tongue
Ravished the first warm hearts for whom she sung.
Lament Of A Bereaved Person
© Confucius
A russet pear-tree rises all alone,
But rich the growth of leaves upon it shown!
