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Idyll XIII. Hylas
© Theocritus
Not for us only, Nicias, (vain the dream,)
Sprung from what god soe'er, was Eros born:
Not to us only grace doth graceful seem,
Frail things who wot not of the coming morn.
No--for Amphitryon's iron-hearted son,
Who braved the lion, was the slave of one:--
The Silver Locks
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Tho' youth may boast the curls that flow,
In sunny waves of auburn glow;
As graceful on thy hoary head,
Has time the robe of honor spread,
And there, oh ! softly, softly shed,
His wreath of snow!
The Captive Pirate
© Caroline Norton
That the ruin'd fortress towers
Number'd his despairing hours,
And beneath their careless tread,
Sleeps-the broken-hearted dead!
Songs From A Masque
© Margaret Widdemer
SWANHILD SINGS UNSEEN:
White wings, far wings,
Fade down the sky,
Dream things, fair things
Follow and fly;
The Milkmaid's Song
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn,
Turn by the dale, my Harry!
To Saxham
© Thomas Carew
Though frost and snow lock'd from mine eyes
That beauty which without door lies,
Non-Resistance
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
PERHAPS too far in these considerate days
Has patience carried her submissive ways;
Wisdom has taught us to be calm and meek,
To take one blow, and turn the other cheek;
It is not written what a man shall do,
If the rude caitiff smite the other too!
Pascal
© Louise-Victorine Choquet Ackermann
Un dernier mot, Pascal ! À ton tour de m'entendre
Pousser aussi ma plainte et mon cri de fureur.
Je vais faire d'horreur frémir ta noble cendre,
Mais du moins j'aurai dit ce que j'ai sur le coeur.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And so we went our way,--yes, hand in hand,
Like two lost children in some magic wood
Baffled and baffling with enchanter's wand
The various beasts that crossed us and withstood.
Cradle Song Of The Cossack Mother
© Mikhail Lermontov
Slumber sweet, my fairest baby,
Slumber calmly, sleep
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99
© Alfred Tennyson
Who wakenest with thy balmy breath
To myriads on the genial earth,
Memories of bridal, or of birth,
And unto myriads more, of death.
The Parrot and the Billy-Goat
© Henry Clay Work
There were no romping children at Doctor Quibble's door;
Long past the silver wedding, no toys lay on the floor,
But to relieve her longings, to soothe her vain regrets,
His good wife had contrived to raise a family of pets.
Queen Mab: Part IX.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Earth floated then below;
The chariot paused a moment there;
The Spirit then descended;
The restless coursers pawed the ungenial soil,
Snuffed the gross air, and then, their errand done,
Unfurled their pinions to the winds of heaven.
Lines. "To the smooth beach the silver sea"
© Frances Anne Kemble
To the smooth beach the silver sea
Comes rippling in a thousand smiles,
Heartsease
© Peter McArthur
IN some strange way God understands
Her dreaming lips were fondly pressed,
The playful touch of childish hands
Her wan cheek lingeringly caressed.
The Blind God
© Madison Julius Cawein
I know not if she be unkind,
If she have faults I do not care;
Search through the world--where will you find
A face like hers, a form, a mind?
_I love her to despair._
Sir Eldred Of The Bower : A Legendary Tale: In Two Parts
© Hannah More
There was a young and valiant Knight,
Sir Eldred was his name;
And never did a worthier wight
The rank of knighthood claim.
