I pass this ruin'd dwelling oftentimes
And think of other days. It wakes in me
A transient sadness, but the feelings Charles
That ever with these recollections rise,
I trust in God they will not pass away.

Epilogue to Schiller's Song of the Bell

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Mingled the crowds from ev'ry region brought,
And on the stage, in festal pomp array'd
The HOMAGE OF THE ARTS we saw displayed.

Estrangement

© William Watson

So, without overt breach, we fall apart,

Tacitly sunder--neither you nor I

England

© Sir Henry Newbolt

Praise thou with praise unending,
The Master of the Wine;
To all their portions sending
Himself he mingled thine:

Elegy XXIV. He Takes Occasion, From the Fate of Eleanor of Bretagne

© William Shenstone

When Beauty mourns, by Fate's injurious doom,
Hid from the cheerful glance of human eye,
When Nature's pride inglorious waits the tomb,
Hard is that heart which checks the rising sigh.

Elegy with a Chimneysweep Falling Inside It

© Larry Levis

Those twenty-six letters filling the blackboard
Compose the dark, compose
The illiterate summer sky & its stars as they appear

England in 1819

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;

Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow

Easter, 1916

I have met them at close of day

Coming with vivid faces

Ellinda's Glove. Sonnet

I.
Thou snowy farme with thy five tenements!
Tell thy white mistris here was one,
That call'd to pay his dayly rents;
But she a-gathering flowr's and hearts is gone,
And thou left voyd to rude possession.

Epigram III.

© John Byrom

A Heated Fancy, or Imagination,
May be mistaken for an Inspiration -
True; but is this Conclusion fair to make,
That Inspiration must be all mistake?
A pebble Stone is not a Diamond - true;
But must a Di'mond be a Pebble too?