Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?
What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspire
Into my feeble breast, too full of thee?
Whylest seeking to aslake thy raging fyre,

General Grant -- The Hero Of The War

© George Moses Horton

Brave Grant, thou hero of the war,

Thou art the emblem of the morning star,

The Eagle

© Allen Tate

Say never the strong heart
In the consuming breath
Cries out unto the dark
The skinny death.

Horace, Book II. Ode XVI.

© William Cowper

Ease is the weary merchant's prayer,
Who ploughs by night the Ægean flood,
When neither moon nor stars appear,
Or faintly glimmer through the cloud.

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 08

© Torquato Tasso

XCIX

"Thou must," quoth she, "be mine ambassador,

The Armada

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise;

I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days,

Astrophel And Stella-Second Song

© Sir Philip Sidney

Have I caught my heav'nly jewel,
Teaching sleep most fair to be?
Now will I teach her that she,
When she wakes, is too, too cruel.

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VII.

Preludes.

I Love's Immortality

In the olive darkness of the sally-trees
silently moved the air from night to day.
The summer-grass was thick with honey daisies
where he, a curled god, a red Jupiter,
heavy with power among his women lay.

Impentitent Ultima

Before my light goes out for ever if God should give me a choice of
graces,
I would not reck of length of days, nor crave for things to be;
But cry: "One day of the great lost days, one face of all the faces,
Grant me to see and touch once more and nothing more to see.