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Love Sonnets

© Charles Harpur

How beautiful doth the morning rise
Oer the hills, as from her bower a bride
Comes brightenedblushing with the shame-faced pride
Of love that now consummated supplies

Oh, the men who made bad matches, and the Great Misunderstood,
Are through all the world a mighty and a silent brotherhood.
If a wife is discontented, every other woman knows
But the men who made bad matches keep the cruel secret close.

To The Memory Of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died Dec: 16 -- My Birthday.

© Jane Austen

Angelic Woman! past my power to praise
In Language meet, thy Talents, Temper, mind.
Thy solid Worth, they captivating Grace!-
Thou friend and ornament of Humankind!-

The Past

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I fling the past behind me, like a robe

Worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date.

Beautifying The Flag

© Edgar Albert Guest

To us the Flag has little meant.

Each glorious stripe of red

Tale Of A Tub

© Sylvia Plath

The photographic chamber of the eye
records bare painted walls, while an electric light
lays the chromium nerves of plumbing raw;
such poverty assaults the ego; caught

Ode XIII: To The Author Of Memoirs Of The House of Brandenburgh

© Mark Akenside

I.

The men renown'd as chiefs of human race,

An Ode - In Imitation of Horace, Book III. Ode II.

© Matthew Prior

How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie

In the lethargic sleep, the sad repose

Myrtilla's Third Degree

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Before I trust my Fate to thee,
Or place my hand in thine--
(This is an easy parody,
Without a change of line.)
Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me.

Laodamia

© William Wordsworth

O terror! what hath she perceived?-O joy!
What doth she look on?-whom doth she behold?
Her Hero slain upon the beach of Troy?
His vital presence? his corporeal mould?
It is-if sense deceive her not-'tis He!
And a God leads him, wingèd Mercury!

The Australian

© Arthur Henry Adams

ONCE more this Autumn-earth is ripe,

Parturient of another type.

Alfred. Book II.

© Henry James Pye

He ceasedbut still the accents of his tongue
Persuasive, on the attentive hearers hung:
The monarch and his warlike thanes around
Still listening sat, in silent wonder bound.

The Turtle And Sparrow. An Elegiac Tale

Stretch'd on the bier Columbo lies,
Pale are his cheeks, and closed his eyes;
Those eyes, where beauty smiling lay,
Those eyes, where Love was used to play;
Ah! cruel Fate, alas how soon
That beauty and those joys are flown!

Prejudice

© Jane Taylor

It is not worth our while, but if it were,
We all could undertake to laugh at her ;
Since vulgar prejudice, the lowest kind,
Of course, has full possession of her mind ;
Here, therefore, let us leave her, and inquire
Wherein it differs as it rises higher.

The Bastard

Is chance a guilt? that my disastrous heart,
For mischief never meant; must ever smart?
Can self-defence be sin?-Ah, plead no more!
What though no purposed malice stained thee o'er?
Had Heaven befriended thy unhappy side,
Thou hadst not been provoked-or thou hadst died.