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The Godlike.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

NOBLE be man,
Helpful and good!
For that alone
Distinguisheth him
From all the beings
Unto us known.

Hero And Leander. The Third Sestiad

© George Chapman

New light gives new directions, fortunes new,

To fashion our endeavours that ensue.

Of earth, rocks, Fifth-month flowers, experienced-stars, rain, snow,
my amaze;
Having studied the mocking-bird's tones, and the mountainhawk's,
And heard at dusk the unrival'd one, the hermit thrush from the
swamp-cedars,
Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.

A Letter From Italy

© Joseph Addison

Salve magna parens frugum Saturnia tellus,

Magna virûm! tibi res antiquæ laudis et artis

Trilogy of Passion: III. ATONEMENT.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Eternal beauty has its fruit to bear;
The eye grows moist, in yearnings blest reveres
The godlike worth of music as of tears.

To The Grasshopper.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[The strong resemblance of this fine poem to
Cowley's Ode bearing the same name, and beginning "Happy insect!
what can be," will be at once seen.]

Fountains Of Aix

© May Swenson

Beards of water

some of them have.

Daphne to Apollo. Imitated From The First Book Of Ovid's Metamorphosis

© Matthew Prior

Daphne aside]
This care is for himself as pure as death;
One mile has put the fellow out of breath:
He'll never go, I'll lead him th' other round;
Washy he is, perhaps not over sound.

The Sea-voyage.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

MANY a day and night my bark stood ready laden;
Waiting fav'ring winds, I sat with true friends round me,
Pledging me to patience and to courage,
In the haven.

On Seeing Mrs. Perform In The Character Of **

© Oliver Goldsmith

FOR you, bright fair, the nine address their lays,

And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise.

The Garlands.

KLOPSTOCK would lead us away from Pindus; no longer
for laurel
May we be eager--the homely acorn alone must content us;
Yet he himself his more-than-epic crusade is conducting

Welcome And Farewell.

[Another of the love-songs addressed to Frederica.]
QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste,And lo! 'twas done with speed of light;
The evening soon the world embraced,And o'er the mountains hung the night.
Soon stood, in robe of mist, the oak,A tow'ring giant in his size,

Ode To The Departing Year

I.
Spirit who sweepest the wild harp of Time!
It is most hard, with an untroubled ear
Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear!

Billys 'Square Affair'

© Henry Lawson

He wanted clothes, a masher suit, he wanted boots and hat;
His girl had earned a quid or twohe wouldnt part with that;
And so he went to Brickfield Hill, and from a draper there
He shook the proper kind of togs to fetch a square affair.