Sir Launfal awoke, as from a swound:-
"The Grail in my castle here is found!
Hang my idle armor up on the wall,
Let it be the spider's banquet-hall;
He must be fenced with stronger mail
Who would seek and find the Holy Grail."

Pan Beniowski - Final Part Of Canto Five

© Juliusz Slowacki

Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish,

Coiling up and down like an iron serpent

Chorus of the Dead

© Giacomo Leopardi

And all returns to Thee, alone eternal,

And all Thee returning.

Monument At Lucerne

© John Kenyon

TO THE SWISS GUARD MASSACRED AT THE ASSAULT ON THE TUILERIES, A.D. 1792

Urara

© Henry Kendall

Euroka, go over the tops of the hill,

For the ~Death-clouds~ have passed us to-day,

To The Dead Cardinal Of Westminster

© Francis Thompson

I will not perturbate
Thy Paradisal state
With praise
Of thy dead days;

Becs Birth-Day Nov. 8, 1726

© Jonathan Swift

This day, dear Bec, is thy nativity;
Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it ye.
She chose a thread of greatest length,
And doubly twisted it for strength:

The Death Of Huss

© Alfred Austin

In the streets of Constance was heard the shout,
``Masters! bring the arch-heretic out!''
The stake had been planted, the faggots spread,
And the tongues of the torches flickered red.
``Huss to the flames!'' they fiercely cried:
Then the gate of the Convent opened wide.

Petrarch to Laura

"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,
"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
"Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget."

Moving Through The Dew

© Alfred Noyes

I
Moving through the dew, moving through the dew,
Ere I waken in the cityLife, thy dawn makes all things new!
And up a fir-clad glen, far from all the haunts of men,
Up a glen among the mountains, oh my feet are wings again!