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Sonnet XCII

© William Shakespeare

But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
For term of life thou art assured mine,
And life no longer than thy love will stay,
For it depends upon that love of thine.

Sonnet LXXXVI

© William Shakespeare

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - June

© George MacDonald

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FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goes

BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,
As she stands before her lover, with raised face to look and listen.
Dark, but comely, like the maiden in the ancient Jewish song:
Scarcely has the toil of task-fields done her graceful beauty wrong.

Sonnet LXV

© William Shakespeare

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

The American Forest Girl

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

They loos'd the bonds that held their captive's breath;
From his pale lips they took the cup of death;
They quench'd the brand beneath the cypress tree;
"Away," they cried, "young stranger, thou art free!"

Sonnet LXIV

© William Shakespeare

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;

Sonnet IX

© William Shakespeare

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
That thou consumest thyself in single life?
Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die.
The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife;

Artegal And Elidure

© William Wordsworth

WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle,

For his paternal Gods, the Trojan raised?

Nirvana

© Mathilde Blind

Enter thy soul's vast realm as Sovereign Lord,
And, like that angel with the flaming sword,
Wave off life's clinging hands. Then chains will fall
From the poor slave of self's hard tyranny-
And Thou, a ripple rounded by the sea,
In rapture lost be lapped within the All.

Fragment IX

© James Macpherson

Conar was mighty in war. Caul
was the friend of strangers. His gates
were open to all; midnight darkened
not on his barred door. Both lived upon
the sons of the mountains. Their bow
was the support of the poor.

The Ghost - Book II

© Charles Churchill

A sacred standard rule we find,

By poets held time out of mind,

Sonnet CXXVI

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;

The Shepherd's Calendar - September

© John Clare

Harvest awakes the morning still

And toils rude groups the valleys fill

The Epic Of The Lion

A Lion in his jaws caught up a child--

Not harming it--and to the woodland, wild

Sonnet CXXIV

If my dear love were but the child of state,
It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd'
As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate,
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.