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Don Juan: Canto The Fourth

© George Gordon Byron

Nothing so difficult as a beginning

In poesy, unless perhaps the end;

The Room Beneath the Rafters

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Sometimes when I have dropped asleep,

Draped in soft luxurious gloom,

Fragment: Supposed To Be An Epithalamium Of Francis Ravaillac And Charlotte Corday

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

'Tis midnight now--athwart the murky air,
Dank lurid meteors shoot a livid gleam;
From the dark storm-clouds flashes a fearful glare,
It shows the bending oak, the roaring stream.

Fragment, Or The Triumph Of Conscience

'Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling,
One glimmering lamp was expiring and low,--
Around the dark tide of the tempest was swelling,
Along the wild mountains night-ravens were yelling,
They bodingly presaged destruction and woe!

Arabella Stuart

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

And is not love in vain,
Torture enough without a living tomb?
Byron

Twenty-One Love Poems XX

© Adrienne Rich

Les Chantiers

© Susie Frances Harrison

FOR know, my girl, there is always the axe
Ready at hand in this latitude,
And how it stings and bites and hacks

The Meeting

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The elder folks shook hands at last,

Down seat by seat the signal passed.

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XVI

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Oh, 'tis a terrible thing in early youth
To be assailed by laughter and mute shame,
A terrible thing to be befooled forsooth
By one's own foolish face betrayed in flame.

Poems

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

AND when I am entombèd in my place,

Be it remembered of a single man,

Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 01 - Proem

© Lucretius

O who can build with puissant breast a song

Worthy the majesty of these great finds?

All Saint's Day

© John Keble

Why blow'st thou not, thou wintry wind,

Now every leaf is brown and sere,

The Shepheardes Calender: August

© Edmund Spenser

Cuddye.
Sicker sike a roundle neuer heard I none.
Little lacketh Perigot of the best.
And Willye is not greatly ouergone,
So weren his vndersongs well addrest.

An English Ballad, On The Taking Of Namur, By The King Of Great Britain

© Matthew Prior

Dulce est desipere in loco.

Some Folks are drunk, yet do not know it:

Piety: Or, The Vision

But still I fear, unwarm'd with holy flame,
I take for truth the flatt'ries of a dream;
And barely wish the wond'rous gift I boast,
And faintly practise what deserves it most.

Peruvian Tales: Cora, Tale IV

ALMAGRO'S expedition to Chili-His troops suffer great hardships from cold, in crossing the Andes-They reach Chili-The Chilians make a brave resistance-The revolt of the Peruvians in Cuzco--They are led on by MANCO CAPAC , the successor of ATALIBA -Parting with CORA , his wife-The Peruvians regain half their city-ALMAGRO leaves Chili-To avoid the Andes, he crosses a vast desert-His troops can find no water-They divide into two bands-ALPHONSO leads the second band, which soon reaches a fertile valley-The Spaniards observe that the natives are employed in searching the streams for gold-They resolve to attack them.

The Abencerrage : Canto III.

Onward their slow and stately course they bend
To where the Alhambra's ancient towers ascend,
Reared and adorned by Moorish kings of yore,
Whose lost descendants there shall dwell no more.

A Sunset

Oh gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flames a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapours drew
A sudden elemental sword.