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The Headless Trooper.

© James Brunton Stephens

NO; not another step, for all

The troopers out of hell!

Thanks, friends, many thanks! I chiefly desire life now, that I may recompense every one of you. Most I know something of already. What, a repast prepared?Benedicto benedicatur . . . ugh, ugh! Where was I? Oh, as you were remarking, Ugo, the weather is mild, very unlike winter-weather: but I am a Sicilian, you know, and shiver in your Julys here. To be sure, when 't was full summer at Messina, as we priests used to cross in procession the great square on Assumption Day, you might see our thickest yellow tapers twist suddenly in two, each like a falling star, or sink down on themselves in a gore of wax. But go, my friends, but go! [To the Intendant]
Not you, Ugo! [The others leave the apartment]
I have long wanted to converse with you, Ugo.

Hymn XVII. Rise royal Sion! rise and sing

© John Austin

Rise royal Sion! rise and sing

Thy souls kind Shepherd, thy harts King:

'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 12

© Publius Vergilius Maro

WHEN Turnus saw the Latins leave the field,

Their armies broken, and their courage quelld,

Army Of Northern Virginia

© Stephen Vincent Benet

He only said it once-the marble closed-
There was a man enclosed within that image.
There was a force that tried Proportion's rule
And died without a legend or a cue
To bring it back. The shadow-Lees still live.
But the first-person and the singular Lee?

Don Juan: Canto The Third

© George Gordon Byron

The isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.

English Eclogues IV - The Sailor's Mother

© Robert Southey

WOMAN.
Sir for the love of God some small relief
To a poor woman!

A Wish

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'd like to be a boy again, a care-free prince of joy again,

I'd like to tread the hills and dales the way I used to do;

The Health-Food Diner

© Maya Angelou

No sprouted wheat and soya shoots
And Brussels in a cake,
Carrot straw and spinach raw,
(Today, I need a steak).

The Hottentot

© Thomas Pringle

Mild, melancholy, and sedate, he stands,

Tending another's flock upon the fields,

Aghadoe

© John Todhunter

There's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe,
There 's a green and silent glade in Aghadoe,
Where we met, my love and I, Love's fair planet in the sky,
O'er that sweet and silent glade in Aghadoe.