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Peruvian Tales: Alzira, Tale I

© Helen Maria Williams

Description of Peru, and of its Productions-Virtues of the People;
and of their Monarch, ATALIBA -His love for ALZIRA -Their Nup-
tials celebrated-Character of ZORAI , her Father-Descent of the
Genius of Peru-Prediction of the Fall of that Empire.

Marmion: Canto II. - The Convent

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

The breeze, which swept away the smoke,

Mary Garvin

© John Greenleaf Whittier

But human hearts remain unchanged: the sorrow
and the sin,
The loves and hopes and fears of old, are to our
own akin;

Unknown Fair Faces

© George Meredith

Though I am faithful to my loves lived through,

And place them among Memory's great stars,

Valentia

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Where Europe's varied shore is bent
Out to the utmost Occident,
There rose of old from sea to air,
An island wonderful and fair!

A Day At Tivoli - Prologue

© John Kenyon

Yet, if All die, there are who die not All;
(So Flaccus hoped), and half escape the pall.
The Sacred Few! whom love of glory binds,
"That last infirmity of noble minds,
"To scorn delights, and live laborious days,"

The Farewell

© Khalil Gibran

So saying he made a signal to the seamen, and straightaway they weighed anchor and cast the ship loose from its moorings, and they moved eastward.
And a cry came from the people as from a single heart, and it rose the dusk and was carried out over the sea like a great trumpeting.
Only Almitra was silent, gazing after the ship until it had vanished into the mist.
And when all the people were dispersed she still stood alone upon the sea-wall, remembering in her heart his saying,
A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me."

To Sir Henry Wotton

© John Donne

SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,

For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controls

Elegy I. He Arrives at His Retirement in the Country

© William Shenstone

For rural virtues, and for native skies,
I bade Augusta's venal sons farewell;
Now 'mid the trees I see my smoke arise,
Now hear the fountains bubbling round my cell.

Paradise Lost : Book I.

© John Milton

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit

Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste

Rokeby: Canto I.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

The Moon is in her summer glow,

My Heart Is Resting, O My Lord

© Anna Laetitia Waring

Fragments from 'Genius Lost'

© Charles Harpur

Prelude
I SEE the boy-bard neath lifes morning skies,
While hopes bright cohorts guess not of defeat,
And ardour lightens from his earnest eyes,
And faiths cherubic wings around his being beat.

Mater Dolorosa

The nuns sing, "_ora pro nobis_,"

The lancets glitter above;

The Hunting Horn Of Chalemagne

Heard midst the rushing of the torrent's fall,
From castled crag to roofless ruin'd hall,
Down the ravine's precipitous descent,
Thro' the wild forest's rustling boughs it went,
Upon the lake's blue bosom linger'd fond,
And faintly answer'd from the hills beyond:

The Sage Enamoured And The Honest Lady

Our world believes it stabler if the soft
Are whipped to show the face repentance wears.
Then hear it, in a moan of atheist gloom,
Deplore the weedy growth of hypocrites;
Count Nature devilish, and accept for doom
The chasm between our passions and our wits!