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For my own Monument

© Matthew Prior

AS doctors give physic by way of prevention,
Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care;
For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention
May haply be never fulfill'd by his heir.

Fragment IV

© James Macpherson

CRIMORA.
Connal, I saw his sails like grey mist
on the sable wave. They came to land.
Connnal, many are the warriors of
Dargo!

Farewell to Ravelrig

© James Thomson

Sweet Ravelrig, I ne'er could part
From thee, but wi' a dowie heart.
When I think on the happy days
I spent in youth about your braes,

Fareweel, ye bughts

© James Thomson

1. Fareweel, ye bughts, an' all your ewes,
An' fields whare bIoomin' heather grows;
Nae mair the sportin' lambs I'll see
Since my true love's forsaken me.

Freedom And Love

© Thomas Campbell

How delicious is the winning
Of a kiss at love's beginning,
When two mutual hearts are sighing
For the knot there's no untying!

Faith in God

© Henry Kendall

HAVE faith in God. For whosoever lists
To calm conviction in these days of strife,
Will learn that in this steadfast stand exists
The scholarship severe of human life.

from "Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika"

© Cornelis Jacobus Langenhoven

Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika
Maluphakanyisw' uphondo lwayo,
Yizwa imithandazo yethu,
Nkosi sikelela, thina lusapho lwayo.
(Xhosa and Zulu)

From Torrismond - In A Garden By Moonlight

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Veronica. COME then, a song; a winding gentle song,

To lead me into sleep. Let it be low

Feigned Courage

© Charles Lamb

Horatio, of ideal courage vain,

Was flourishing in air his father's cane,

For He Was a Jolly Good Fellow

THEY CHEERED him from the wharfit was a glorious day:
His hand went to his scarfhis thoughts were far away.
Oh, he was Jolly Good, they sang it long and loud
The money lender stood unknown amongst the crowd.
Hed taken him aside, while trembling fit to fall,
No friendly eye espied the last farewell of all!

From Faust - IV. Chorus Of Spirits

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Offspring of night!
Let a more radiant beam
Through the blue ether gleam,

"For where, beneath one's parent sky"

© Alfred Austin

For where, beneath one's parent sky,

Our dear ones live, our dead ones lie.

Faith

© Nikola Vaptsarov

Pray, how will you smash it?
With bullets?
No! That is useless!
Stop! It is not worth it!

For City Lovers

Do not desire to seek who once we were,

Or where we did, or what, or in whose name.

For Four Guilds: III. The Stone-Masons

We have graven the mountain of God with hands,

As our hands were graven of God, they say,

Finality

A HEAVY and desolate sense of life
Is all the Past makes mineand still
A cold contempt of Fortunes strife,
Despite the dread
Of want of bread,
Numbs, clogs like ice, my weary will.