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To Mary Who Died In This Opinion
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow
Struggling in thine haggard eye:
Firmness dare to borrow
Curtius
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Why, love, how darkly gaze thine eyes in mine!
If loved I dismal thoughts I well could deem
Thou sawest not the blue of my fond eyes,
But looked between the lips of that dread pit,-
O Jove! to name it seems to curse the air
With chills of death! We'll speak not of it, Curtius.
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto IV
© Richard Savage
Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway,
Still on strange visionary land I stray.
Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct appear!
Swift glide the months, and turn the varying year!
The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale
© George Gordon Byron
No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff
First greets the homeward-veering skiff
High o'er the land he saved in vain;
When shall such Hero live again?
Surgit Fama
© Ezra Pound
Once more in Delos, once more is the altar a-quiver.
Once more is the chant heard.
Once more are the never abandoned gardens
Full of gossip and old tales.
School Rhymes
© James Clerk Maxwell
O academic muse that hast for long
Charmed all the world with thy disciples song,
As myrtle bushes must give place to trees,
Our humbler strains can now no longer please.
Look down for once, inspire me in these lays.
In lofty verse to sing our Rector's praise.
Grand Chorus Of Birds
© Aristophanes
Come on then, ye dwellers by nature in darkness, and like to the
leaves' generations,
Vision Of Columbus - Book 4
© Joel Barlow
In one dark age, beneath a single hand,
Thus rose an empire in the savage land.
Anecdote For Fathers
© William Wordsworth
I HAVE a boy of five years old;
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beauty's mold
And dearly he loves me.
The Devil's Walk. A Ballad
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose,
With care his sweet person adorning,
He put on his Sunday clothes.
Thec Lanes Of Memory
© Edgar Albert Guest
Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear,
And looking back we smile to see life's bright red roses reappear,
The little sprigs of mignonette that smiled upon us as we passed,
The pansy and the violet, too sweet, we thought those days, to last.
The Forester
© Madison Julius Cawein
I met him here at Ammendorf one Spring.
It was the end of April and the Harz,
The Borough. Letter VI: Professions--Law
© George Crabbe
"TRADES and Professions"--these are themes the Muse,
Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;
The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid
© William Butler Yeats
KUSTA BEN LUKA is my name, I write
To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-roysterer once,
Now the good Caliph's learned Treasurer,
And for no ear but his.
The Wood Fairys Well
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Thou hast been to the forest, thou sorrowing maiden,
Where Summer reigns Queen in her fairest array,
Reciprocal Kindness The Primary Law Of Nature
© William Cowper
Androcles, from his injured lord, in dread
Of instant death, to Lybia's desert fled,
Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament
© Andrew Lang
Balow, my boy, ly still and sleep,
It grieves me sore to hear thee weep,
Nebuchadnezzar's Fall
© Robert Graves
Frowning over the riddle that Daniel told,
Down through the mist hung garden, below a feeble sun,
The King of Persia walked: oh, the chilling cold!
His mind was webbed with a grey shroud vapour-spun.
