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The Pleasures of Imagination

© Mark Akenside

BOOK IOf Nature touches the consenting heartsOf mortal men; and what the pleasing storesWhich beauteous imitation thence derivesTo deck the poet's, or the painter's toil;My verse unfolds

Angels don't have fun (#14a)

© Agnew Wendy Jane

Angels don't have funcause they're always prayingand crows have lots of funbut they get shot at

While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,Proud in their number to enroll your name;While emperors to you commit their cause,And Anna's praises crown the vast applause,Accept, great leader, what the muse indites,That in ambitious verse records your fights,Fir'd and transported with a theme so new:Ten thousand wonders op'ning to my viewShine forth at once, sieges and storms appear,And wars and conquests fill th' important year,Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain;An Iliad rising out of one campaign

An Account of the Greatest English Poets (complete)

© Joseph Addison

Since, dearest Harry, you will needs requestA short account of all the muse possess'd;That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's times,Have spent their noble rage in British rhymes;Without more preface, wrote in formal length,To speak the undertaker's want of strength,I'll try to make their sev'ral beauties known,And show their verses' worth, though not my own

The Dance At Darmstadt

© Alfred Austin

In the city of Darmstadt, the Sabbath morn
Shone over the broad Cathedral Square,
And to nobly, richly, and lowly born,
The belfry carilloned call to prayer.

Homer And Laertes

© Walter Savage Landor

Laertes: Gods help thee! and restore to thee thy sight!
My good old guest, I am more old than thou,
Yet have outlived by many years my son
Odysseus and the chaste Penelope.

August Moon

© Emma Lazarus

Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high,

In the glowing August sky,

Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 03 - The World Is Not Eternal

© Lucretius

Is rendered back; and since, beyond a doubt,
Earth, the all-mother, is beheld to be
Likewise the common sepulchre of things,
Therefore thou seest her minished of her plenty,
And then again augmented with new growth.

The Mermaid

© Per Daniel Amadeus Atterbom

Leaving the sea, the pale moon lights the strand.
Tracing old runes, a youth inscribes the sand.
And by the rune-ring waits a woman fair,
Down to her feet extends her dripping hair.

Henry And Emma. A Poem.

© Matthew Prior

Where beauteous Isis and her husband Thame
With mingled waves for ever flow the same,
In times of yore an ancient baron lived,
Great gifts bestowed, and great respect received.

Paracelsus: Part II: Paracelsus Attains

© Robert Browning

Ay, my brave chronicler, and this same hour
As well as any: now, let my time be!

The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 1456)

© Stephen Hawes

The seconde parte of crafty rethoryke
Maye well be called dysposycyon
822 That doth so hyghe mater aromatytyke
823 Adowne dystyll / by consolacyon

To the Old Gods

© Muriel Stuart

O YE, who rode the gales of Sicily,
Sandalled with flame,
Spread on the pirate winds; o ye who broke
No wind-flower as ye came-
Though Pelion shivered when the thunder spoke
The gods' decree!-

To Maecenas

Not you, my friend, these plaintive strains become,
Not you, whose bosom is the Muses home;
When they from tow'ring Helicon retire,
They fan in you the bright immortal fire,
But I less happy, cannot raise the song,
The fault'ring music dies upon my tongue.