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My Napoleon
© Victor Marie Hugo
Above all others, everywhere I see
His image cold or burning;
My brain it thrills, and many time sets free
The thoughts within me yearning.
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
© William Wordsworth
. With an incident in which he was concerned
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
The Monks Of Basle
© John Hay
I tore this weed from the rank, dark soil
Where it grew in the monkish time,
I trimmed it close and set it again
In a border of modern rhyme.
The Fountain
© William Cullen Bryant
Fountain, that springest on this grassy slope,
Thy quick cool murmur mingles pleasantly,
Sonnet XIV. From Petrarch
© Charlotte Turner Smith
LOOSE to the wind her golden tresses stream'd,
Forming bright waves with amorous Zephyr's sighs;
And though averted now, her charming eyes
Then with warm love, and melting pity beam'd,
The Song Of The Negro Boatmen
© Anonymous
So sing our dusky gondoliers;
And with a secret pain,
And smiles that seem akin to tears,
We hear the wild refrain.
109. My Highland Lassie, O
© Robert Burns
NAE gentle dames, tho eer sae fair,
Shall ever be my muses care:
Their titles a arc empty show;
Gie me my Highland lassie, O.
Life and Death
© Charles Harpur
Yet not for horror, nor to weep;
But through the solemn dark to see
That life, though swift, is wonder-deep,
And death the only key
That lets to that mysterious height
Where earth and heaven in God unite.
95. Address to the Unco Guid
© Robert Burns
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel,
Sae pious and sae holy,
Yeve nought to do but mark and tell
Your neibours fauts and folly!
Sonnet XXXV: If I Leave All for Thee
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
And be all to me? Shall I never miss
South Carolina To The States Of The North
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LIFT these hands with iron fetters banded:
Beneath the scornful sunlight and cold stars
I rear my once imperial forehead branded
By alien shame's immedicable scars;
The Ballad of the White Horse
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light?
296. The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad
© Robert Burns
THERE was five Carlins in the South,
They fell upon a scheme,
To send a lad to London town,
To bring them tidings hame.
A M. Froment Meurice
© Victor Marie Hugo
Nous sommes frères : la fleur
Par deux arts peut être faite.
Le poète est ciseleur ;
Le ciseleur est poëte.
Sonnet LXXIV. The Winter Night
© Charlotte Turner Smith
"SLEEP, that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,"
Forsakes me, while the chill and sullen blast,
As my sad soul recalls its sorrows past,
Seems like a summons bidding me prepare
319. Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn
© Robert Burns
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills,
By fits the suns departing beam
Lookd on the fading yellow woods,
That wavd oer Lugars winding stream:
For City Lovers
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Do not desire to seek who once we were,
Or where we did, or what, or in whose name.
