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H. S. Mauberley (Life and Contacts) [Part I]

© Ezra Pound

E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre
For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
In the old sense. Wrong from the start i

Rokeby: Canto IV.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

When Denmark's raven soar'd on high,

Olney Hymn 2: Jehovah-Jireh: The Lord Will Provide

© William Cowper

The saints should never be dismay'd,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;
For when they least expect His aid,
The Saviour will appear.

Original Sin

© Robinson Jeffers

Meanwhile the intense color and nobility of sunrise,
Rose and gold and amber, flowed up the sky. Wet rocks were shining, a little wind
Stirred the leaves of the forest and the marsh flag-flowers; the soft valley between the low hills
Became as beautiful as the sky; while in its midst, hour after hour, the happy hunters
Roasted their living meat slowly to death.

Content and Rich

© Robert Southwell

I dwell in Grace's court,
Enriched with Virtue's rights;
Faith guides my wit, Love leads my will,
Hope all my mind delights.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Musician's Tale; The Mother's Ghost

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Svend Dyring he rideth adown the glade;

I myself was young!

The Lonely Road

© Virna Sheard

We used to fear the lonely road
That twisted round the hill;
It dipped down to the river-way,
And passed the haunted mill,
And then crept on, until it reached
The churchyard, green and still.

Calm was the even, and clear was the sky

© John Dryden

Calm was the even, and clear was the sky,

And the new budding flowers did spring,

Paradise Lost: Book IV

© Patrick Kavanagh

"Which of those rebel Spirits adjudg'd to Hell
Com'st thou, escap'd thy prison? and, transform'd,
Why satt'st thou like an enemy in wait,
Here watching at the head of these that sleep?"

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 124

© Alfred Tennyson

That which we dare invoke to bless;
Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;
He, They, One, All; within, without;
The Power in darkness whom we guess;

Olney Hymn 37: Temptation

© William Cowper

The billows swell, the winds are high,
Clouds overcast my wintry sky;
Out of the depths to Thee I call, -
My fears are great, my strength is small.

Ode XVIII: To The Right Honourable Francis Earl Of Huntington

© Mark Akenside

I. 2.
Nor less prevailing is their charm
The vengeful bosom to disarm;
To melt the proud with human woe,
And prompt unwilling tears to flow.

Marenghi

II.
A massy tower yet overhangs the town,
A scattered group of ruined dwellings now...

The Retreat From Moscow

It snowed. A defeat was our conquest red!

For once the eagle was hanging its head.

Hymn to Life

The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool damp

And lifts its head with twigs and small dead blades of grass

"When Burbadge Played"

WhenN Burbadge played, the stage was bare
Of fount and temple, tower and stair;
Two backswords eked a battle out;
Two supers made a rabble rout;
The throne of Denmark was a chair!

Poems - Written On The Deaths Of Three Lovely Children

© Jean Ingelow

Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter-woodland hollows thickly strewing,
Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win,
While the dim gray clouds are drifting, and in saddened hues imbuing
All without and all within!