Pallas, whose hand can through each devious road
Conduct your steps to Victory's bright abode,
Teach you success in every hour to find,
And for each season form the Hero's mind,
Shall now in verse the prudent art disclose,
To guard your peaceful quarter's calm repose.

Guilt And Sorrow, Or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain

© William Wordsworth

I
A TRAVELLER on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
Pursued his vagrant way, with feet half bare;
Stooping his gait, but not as if to gain

I'm Growing Old

© Anonymous

IM growing old t is surely so;
And yet how short it seems
Since I was but a sportive child,
Enjoying childish dreams!

Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts III.-V.

© John Logan

What venerable father stands aghast
In yonder porch? Beneath the weight of years,
And crush of sorrow to the earth he bends.
He wrings his hands; casts a wild look to heaven,
And rends his hoary locks. He comes this way.
Heavens, it is Albemarle!-

Aunt Dorothy's Lecture

© Ada Cambridge

Come, go and practise-get your work-

Do something, Nelly, pray.

Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt)

© Alfred Tennyson

To whom the King, "Peace to thine eagle-borne
Dead nestling, and this honour after death,
Following thy will! but, O my Queen, I muse
Why ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone
Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn,
And Lancelot won, methought, for thee to wear."

The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto VI.

© Sir Walter Scott

XI
Albert Graeme.
It was an English ladye bright,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
And she would marry a Scottish knight,
For Love will still be lord of all.

Paradise Lost : Book VII.

© John Milton

Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name

If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine

On Tradition

© Franklin Pierce Adams

LINES PROVOKED BY HEARING A YOUNG MAN WHISTLING

No carmine radical in Art,

Beauty And The Beast

© Charles Lamb

"My Lord, I swear upon my knees,
"I did not mean to harm your trees;
"But a lov'd Daughter, fair as spring,
"Intreated me a Rose to bring;
"O didst thou know, my lord, the Maid!"-

Saint Romualdo

© Emma Lazarus

I give God thanks that I, a lean old man,

Wrinkled, infirm, and crippled with keen pains

Bound For California

With buoyant heart he left his home for that bright wondrous land
Where gold ore gleams in countless mines, and gold dust strews the sand;
And youths dear ties were riven all, for as wild, as vain, a dream
As the meteor false that leads astray the traveller with its gleam.