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Vision Of Columbus - Book 1

© Joel Barlow

Oh, lend thy friendly shroud to veil my sight,
That these pain'd eyes may dread no more the light,
These welcome shades conclude my instant doom,
And this drear mansion moulder to a tomb

to the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that noble pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison IT is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:

The Snow-Messengers

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--
Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;
No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard to blow:
In wizard silence falls the windless snow.

Lines Written in 1799.

© Amelia Opie

Now, pleased I mark the painter's skilful line,
And now, rejoice the skill I mark is thine:
And while I prize the gift by thee bestow'd,
My heart proclaims, I'm of the giver proud.
Thus pride and friendship war with equal strife,
And now the friend exults, and now the wife.

Julian and Maddalo : A Conversation

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow
Of Adria towards Venice: a bare strand
Of hillocks, heaped from ever-shifting sand,

Love And Madness

© Thomas Campbell

Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower
The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour !
Roused from drear visions of distempered sleep,
Poor Broderick wakesin solitude to weep !

Gertrude of Wyoming

© Thomas Campbell

PART IOn Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming!
Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall,
And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring,
Of what thy gentle people did befall;

Alfred. Book IV.

© Henry James Pye

"I come," the stranger said, "from fields of fame,
A Saxon born, and Aribert my name.
I come from Devon's shores, where Devon's lord
Waves o'er the prostrate Dane the British sword.
Freedom might yet revisit Britain's coast,
Did Alfred live to lead her victor host."

69. Third Epistle to J. Lapraik

© Robert Burns

But stooks are cowpit wi the blast,
And now the sinn keeks in the west,
Then I maun rin amang the rest,
An quat my chanter;
Sae I subscribe myself in haste,
Yours, Rab the Ranter.Sept. 13, 1785.

Idyll XII. The Comrades

© Theocritus

Art come, dear youth? two days and nights away!
(Who burn with love, grow aged in a day.)
As much as apples sweet the damson crude
Excel; the blooming spring the winter rude;

340. SongThou Fair Eliza

© Robert Burns

TURN again, thou fair Eliza!
Ae kind blink before we part;
Rue on thy despairing lover,
Canst thou break his faithfu heart?

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 07

© Torquato Tasso

LXXXVI

"But if our sins us of his help deprive,

231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry

© Robert Burns

WHEN Nature her great master-piece designd,
And framd her last, best work, the human mind,
Her eye intent on all the mazy plan,
She formd of various parts the various Man.

Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country

© Mark Akenside

I. 1.

How oft shall i survey

308. The Epitaph on Captain Matthew Henderson

© Robert Burns

STOP, passenger! my storys brief,
And truth I shall relate, man;
I tell nae common tale o grief,
For Matthew was a great man.

450. Monody on a Lady, famed for her Caprice

© Robert Burns

HOW cold is that bosom which folly once fired,
How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glistend;
How silent that tongue which the echoes oft tired,
How dull is that ear which to flattry so listend!

Orlando Furioso Canto 20

ARGUMENT

Guido and his from that foul haunt retire,

60. Epistle on J. Lapraik

© Robert Burns

But, to conclude my lang epistle,
As my auld pens worn to the gristle,
Twa lines frae you wad gar me fissle,
Who am, most fervent,
While I can either sing or whistle,
Your friend and servant.