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This Unimportant Morning

© Lawrence Durrell

This unimportant morning
Something goes singing where
The capes turn over on their sides
And the warm Adriatic rides
Her blue and sun washing
At the edge of the world and its brilliant cliffs.

And in the thickening twilight under thee
Walks Davenant, pensive in the paths where he,
The blithest throat that ever carolled love
In music made of mornings merriest heart,
Glad Suckling, stumbled from his seat above
And reeled on slippery roads of alien art.

The Herb Of Grace

© Elsie Cole

Find some freckled fern seed to sprinkle in your shoes

And you may step invisible down the peopled street,

Here's to the Maiden of Bashful Fifteen

© Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize;
Now to the maid who has none, sir:
Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes,
And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
Chorus

The Troubadour. Canto 3

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

But sadness moved him when he gave
DE VALENCE to his lowly grave,--
The grave where the wild flowers were sleeping,
And one pale olive-tree was weeping,--
And placed the rude stone cross to show
A Christian hero lay below.

On The Earl Of Oxford And Mortimer's Giving His Daughter In Marriage In Oxford--Chapel.

© Mary Barber

See, in the Temple rais'd by Harley's Hand,
His beauteous Off--spring at the Altar stand:
There Mortimer resigns his darling Care;
To happy Portland gives the blooming Fair.

The Romance Of Britomarte ~~~

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

I'll tell you a story; but pass the "jack",
And let us make merry to-night, my men.
Aye, those were the days when my beard was black -
I like to remember them now and then -

Topiary

© Aldous Huxley

Failing sometimes to understand

Why there are folk whose flesh should seem

Flora

© Charlotte Turner Smith

REMOTE from scenes, where the o'erwearied mind

Shrinks from the crimes and follies of mankind,

The Soldier's Grave

© Anonymous

Breathe not a whisper here;
The place where thou dost stand is hallowed ground;
In silence gather near this upheaved mound -
Around the soldier's bier.

The Hermit of Thebaid

© John Greenleaf Whittier

O strong, upwelling prayers of faith,
From inmost founts of life ye start,-
The spirit's pulse, the vital breath
Of soul and heart!

Spring Song In The City

© William Cosmo Monkhouse

WHO remains in London,

In the streets with me,

Idyll VIII. The Triumph of Daphnis

© Theocritus

MENALCAS.
A lamb I'll venture never: for aye at close of day
Father and mother count the flock, and passing strict are they.

The Dead: IV

© Rupert Brooke

There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.

Pan in Vermont

Its forty in the shade to-day, the spouting eaves declare;
The boulders nose above the drift, the southern slopes are bare;
Hub-deep in slush Apollos car swings north along the Zod-
iac. Good luck, the Spring is back, and Pan is on the road!

IV. The Dead

There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.

The Funeral of Youth: Threnody

The Day that Youth had died,
There came to his grave-side,
In decent mourning, from the countrys ends,
Those scatterd friends

Loss And Waste

© Jean Ingelow

Up to far Osteroe and Suderoe
The deep sea-floor lies strewn with Spanish wrecks,
O'er minted gold the fair-haired fishers go,
O'er sunken bravery of high carv褠decks.

Al Aaraaf: Part 2

"My Angelo! and why of them to be?
A brighter dwelling-place is here for thee-
And greener fields than in yon world above,
And woman's loveliness- and passionate love."