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A Bill for the Better Promotion of Oppression on the Sabbath Day

© Thomas Love Peacock

Forasmuch as the Canter's and Fanatic's Lord

Sayeth peace and joy are by me abhorred;

Queen Mab: Part VI.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

All touch, all eye, all ear,

The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech.

Mr. Hosea Biglow's Speech In March Meeting

© James Russell Lowell

(N.B. Reporters gin'lly git a hint
To make dull orjunces seem 'live in print,
An', ez I hev t' report myself, I vum,
I'll put th' applauses where they'd _ough' to_ come!)

The White Moth

© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch

IF a leaf rustled, she would start:

And yet she died, a year ago.

Lines Addressed to Miss Theodora Jane Cowper, On Himself

© William Cowper

William was once a bashful youth,
His modesty was such,
That one might say, to say the truth,
He rather had too much.

Heard again the storm clouds roll hanging over Lugnaquilla,
Built dream castles from the sands of Killiney's golden shore.
If I saw the wild geese fly over the dark lakes of Kerry
Or could hear the secret winds, I could kneel and pray.
But 'tis sick I am and grieving, how can I be well again
Here, where fear and sorrow aremy heart so far away?

The Complaint

© Washington Allston

"Oh, had I Colin's winning ease,"
Said Lindor with a sigh,
"So carelessly ordained to please,
I'd every care defy.

On Anne Allen

© Edward Fitzgerald

The wind blew keenly from the Western sea,
And drove the dead leaves slanting from the tree--
Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith--
Heaping them up before her Father's door
When I saw her whom I shall see no more--
We cannot bribe thee, Death.

O Ship of State

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!

Sail on, O Union, strong and great!

The Last Man

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them,

I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes,

Tamar

© Robinson Jeffers

Grass grows where the flame flowered;
A hollowed lawn strewn with a few black stones
And the brick of broken chimneys; all about there
The old trees, some of them scarred with fire, endure the sea
wind.

Living Water

© William Cowper

The fountain in its source,

No drought of summer fears;

The Vision Of Life

Death and I,

On a hill so high,

Hymn To The Patriarchs

OR OF THE BEGINNINGS OF THE HUMAN RACE.

The Ruling Thought

Most sweet, most powerful,
Controller of my inmost soul;
The terrible, yet precious gift
Of heaven, companion kind
Of all my days of misery,
O thought, that ever dost recur to me;