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Lorenzo De Lardy
© William Schwenck Gilbert
DALILAH DE DARDY adored
The very correctest of cards,
LORENZO DE LARDY, a lord -
He was one of Her Majesty's Guards.
Preface
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
The candlelight sweeps softly through the room,
Filling dim surfaces with golden laughter,
Touching with mystery each high hung rafter,
Cutting a path of promise through the gloom.
Rivers Of Canada
© Bliss William Carman
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay,
They call me and call me to follow them away.
Missinaibi, Abitibi, Little Current-whe re they run
Dancing and sparkling I see them in the sun.
Mutability ["We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon"]
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed and gleam and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:—
A Summer Recollection
© Sarah Flower Adams
Night comes!She seeks her rest.
Peace, fold her to thy breast!
And loveliest dreams unto her sleep be given:
The blessing she has brought
Into her soul be wrought!
On Earth there is no purer, brighter Heaven!
from The Bridge: Atlantis
© Hart Crane
Through the bound cable strands, the arching path
Upward, veering with light, the flight of strings,—
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
© André Breton
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,
Confiteor
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
The shore-boat lies in the morning light,
By the good ship ready for sailing;
Eclogue 5: Menalcas Mopsus
© Publius Vergilius Maro
MENALCAS
Why, Mopsus, being both together met,
You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,
I to sing ditties, do we not sit down
Here where the elm-trees and the hazels blend?
Delia XLIX
© Samuel Daniel
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.
Delia II
© Samuel Daniel
Go wailing verse, the infants of my love,
Minerva-like, brought forth without a Mother:
Elegy IX. He Describes His Disinterestedness to a Friend
© William Shenstone
I ne'er must tinge my lip with Celtic wines;
The pomp of India must I ne'er display;
Nor boast the produce of Peruvian mines;
Nor with Italian sounds deceive the day.
The Prayer
© Sara Teasdale
My answered prayer came up to me,
And in the silence thus spake he:
"O you who prayed for me to come,
Your greeting is but cold and dumb."
The Switzer's Wife
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Nor look nor tone revealeth aught
Save woman's quietness of thought;
And yet around her is a light
Of inward majesty and might. ~ M.J.J.
Medea in Athens
© Augusta Davies Webster
Dimly I recall
some prophecy a god breathed by my mouth.
It could not err. What was it? For I think;-
it told his death¹.
