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The Improvisatore, Or, 'John Anderson, My Jo, John'

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here he comes. Kate has a favour
to ask of you, Sir ; it is that you will repeat the ballad [Believe me if
all those endearing young charms.-EHC's ? note] that Mr. ____ sang so
sweetly.

Nineteen-Fourteen

© Rupert Brooke

I PEACE

Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour,

Elegy (Tir'd With The Busy Crouds)

© James Beattie

Tir'd with the busy crouds, that all the day
Impatient throng where Folly's altars flame,
My languid powers dissolve with quick decay,
Till genial Sleep repair the sinking frame.

Never

© Madison Julius Cawein

Never within her eyes
Do I the love-light see;
Never her soul replies
To the sad soul in me:
Never with soul and eyes
Speaks she to me.

Morn Like A Thousand Shining Spears

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Morn like a thousand shining spears
Terrible in the East appears.
O hide me, leaves of lovely gloom,
Where the young Dreams like lilies bloom!

Degrees Of Love

© Arthur Symons

When your eyes opened to mine eyes,
Without desire, without surprise,
I knew your soul awoke to sec
All, dreams foretold, but could not be,
Yet loving love, not loving me.

Raising The Dead

© John Kenyon

We all have heard, and marvelled as we heard,

Of seers, who have raised the Dead from out their tombs,

My Idle Dreams Roam Far

© Li Yu

My idle dreams roam far,

To the southern land where spring is fragrant.

Juvenilia, An OdeTo Natural Beauty

© Alan Seeger

There is a power whose inspiration fills

Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought,

Song of Unending Sorrow.

© Bai Juyi

China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire,

Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding,

A Dream Of Bric-A-Brac

© John Hay

I dreamed I was in fair Niphon.
Amid tea-fields I journeyed on,
Reclined in my jinrikishaw;
Across the rolling plains I saw
The lordly Fusi-yama rise,
His blue cone lost in bluer skies.

Hard Work

© Edgar Albert Guest

One day, in ages dark and dim,

A toiler, weary, worn and faint,

The Witch of Hebron

© Charles Harpur

Of golden lamps, showed many a treasure rare
Of Indian and Armenian workmanship
Which might have seemed a wonder of the world:
And trains of servitors of every clime,
Greeks, Persians, Indians, Ethiopians,
In richest raiment thronged the spacious halls.

The Spirit Of The Age

A wondrous light is filling the air,

And rimming the clouds of the old despair;

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Student's Tale; The Falcon of Ser Federigo

"Who is thy mother, my fair boy?" he said,
His hand laid softly on that shining head.
"Monna Giovanna. Will you let me stay
A little while, and with your falcon play?
We live there, just beyond your garden wall,
In the great house behind the poplars tall."

The Prairie School

THE sweet west wind, the prairie school a break in the yellow wheat,
The prairie trail that wanders by to the place where the four winds meet--
A trail with never an end at all to the children's eager feet.

The Shepherds Calendar - March

© John Clare

March month of 'many weathers' wildly comes
In hail and snow and rain and threatning hums
And floods: while often at his cottage door
The shepherd stands to hear the distant roar

Songs of the Autumn Nights

O night, send up the harvest moon
To walk about the fields,
And make of midnight magic noon
On lonely tarns and wealds.

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