But when he views, along the tented field,
With trailing banner, and inverted shield,
Young Donald, borne by Scotia's weeping bands,
In deeper woe the generous hero stands.

The First Hymn Of Callimachus. To Jupiter

© Matthew Prior

While we to Jove select the holy victim

Whom apter shall we sing than Jove himself,

Ichabod

© Robert Fuller Murray

Gone is the glory from the hills,
The autumn sunshine from the mere,
Which mourns for the declining year
In all her tributary rills.

Not Here

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Where are those qualities of bravery and
sharp compassion in this group? What's the
use of old and frozen thought?

The Dying Lover

© John Wilmot

I cannot change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn;
Since that poor swain that sighs for you,
For you alone was born.

The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VI.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Preludes.

I Love's Perversity

To The Afflicted, Tossed With Tempests And Not Comforted

© John Newton

Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,

Hear what Christ the Saviour says;

To The South

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now,
Who bearest, unashamed, upon my brow
The long kiss of the loving tropic sun,
And yet, whose veins with thy red current run.