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Naples And Venice
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Thou, who to that lofty terrace, lov'st on summer--eve to go,
Tell me, Poet! what Thou seest,--what Thou hearest, there below!
Psalm LXXXII. (82)
© John Milton
God in the *great *assembly stands *Bagnadath-el
Of Kings and lordly States,
Among the gods* on both his hands. *Bekerev.
He judges and debates.
Kaddish
© Eli Siegel
May peace come from on high,
Opulently;
And life for us,
And for all Israel.
And say ye,
Amen.
On the Memory of Mr. Edward King, Drown'd in the Irish Seas
© John Cleveland
I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize
His artificial grief that scans his eyes;
Sir Hornbook
© Thomas Love Peacock
O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprung
With ardent hopes elate,
And loudly blew the horn that hung
Before Sir Hornbook's gate.
Winter Dream
© Aldous Huxley
And oh the April, April of straight soft hair,
Falling smooth as the mountain water and brown;
The April of little leaves unblinded,
Of rosy nipples and innocence
And the blue languor of weary eyelids.
The First Part: Sonnet 2 - I know that all beneath the moon decays
© William Henry Drummond
I know that all beneath the moon decays
And what by mortals in this world is brought,
The Second Hymn Of Callimachus. To Apollo
© Matthew Prior
Hah! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree,
And all the cavern shakes! Far off, far off,
Time's Defeat
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Time has made conquest of so many things
That once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youth
That ran to meet the years; bold brigand health,
That broke all laws of reason unafraid,
And laughed at talk of punishment. Close ties
New-Year's Eve
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
As when at twelve o'clock
Strong January opes the gates of Life
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE
Ah Love, dear Love. In vain I scoff. In vain
I ply my barren wit, and jest at thee.
Thou heedest not, or dost forgive the pain,
Moses On The Nile
© Victor Marie Hugo
"Sisters! the wave is freshest in the ray
Of the young morning; the reapers are asleep;
Moore
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
He sings the heroic tales of old
When Ireland yet was free,
Of many a fight and foray bold,
And raid beyond the sea.
The Day Of Judgement
© John Newton
Day of judgement, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons will the sinner's heart confound.
When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
When life is but a round of crushing care
And, a great heap of stones, lies heavy on us,
There suddenly, God knows how, why, upon us
A joyous mood descends… Of balmy air
A breath comes from the past and, o'er us drifting,
Invades the heart, its fearful burden lifting.
A Lost Chord
© Adelaide Anne Procter
SEATED one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.
City Nightfall
© Kenneth Slessor
SMOKE upon smoke; over the stone lips
Of chimneys bleeding, a darker fume descends.
Night, the old nun, in voiceless pity bends
To kiss corruption, so fabulous her pity.
The Wrongs Of Africa: Part The Second
© William Roscoe
FAIR is this fertile spot, which God assign'd
As man's terrestrial home; where every charm
