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Middlesex

© John Betjeman

Gaily into Ruislip Gardens
Runs the red electric train,
With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's
Daintily alights Elaine;

Sonnet II.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

PARTED by time and space for many a year,
Yet ever longing, hoping for a day
When, heart to heart, the happy weeks shall stay
Their flight for us, and all our sky be clear

The Age Of Ink

© Edgar Albert Guest

Swiftly the changes come. Each day

Sees some lost beauty blown away

Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth

© Ovid

The End of the Thirteenth Book.

Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands

Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight

Had drawn their armies near upon the hills

Vision

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

I have not walked on common ground,
Nor drunk of earthly streams;
A shining figure, mailed and crowned,
Moves softly through my dreams.

And he peels em hard to Plymouth, peels em fast to drown his grief,
Peels em while his stomach sickens on the road to Teneriffe;
Peels em while the donkey rattles, peels em while the engine thuds,
By the time they touch at Cape Town hes a don at peeling spuds
(And he finds some time for dreaming as he gets on with the spuds).

And Do They So?

© Henry Vaughan

"Etenim res creatoe exerto capite observantes
expectant revelationem Filiorum Dei.":
"For created things, watching with head erect,
await the revelation of the Sons of God."

On Hearing A Sonata Of Beethoven's Played In The Next Room

© James Russell Lowell

Unseen Musician, thou art sure to please,

For those same notes in happier days I heard

The Widow With The Two Mites

© George MacDonald

Here much and little shift and change,
With scale of need and time;
There more and less have meanings strange,
Which the world cannot rime.

King Of The River

© Stanley Kunitz

If the water were clear enough,

if the water were still,

To Sir Henry Goodyere

© John Donne

WHO makes the last a pattern for next year,
Turns no new leaf, but still the same things reads ;
Seen things he sees again, heard things doth hear,
And makes his life but like a pair of beads.

The Last Caesar

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

In the Elysée, and had lost the day
But that around him flocked his birds of prey,
Sharp-beaked, voracious, hungry for the deed.
'Twixt hope and fear beheld great Cæsar hang!
Meanwhile, methinks, a ghostly laughter rang
Through the rotunda of the Invalides.

The Beginning

Some day I shall rise and leave my friends

And seek you again through the world's far ends,

A propos d'Horace

Marchands de grec ! marchands de latin ! cuistres ! dogues!

Philistins ! magisters ! je vous hais, pédagogues !

Of The Nature Of Things: Book IV - Part 02 - Existence And Character Of The Images

© Lucretius

But since I've taught already of what sort

The seeds of all things are, and how distinct

Four Riddles

I
There was an ancient City, stricken down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away.

The Columbiad: Book VI

© Joel Barlow

But of all tales that war's black annals hold,
The darkest, foulest still remains untold;
New modes of torture wait the shameful strife,
And Britain wantons in the waste of life.