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The Prophetic Bard's Oration: From A Faun's Holiday

© Robert Nichols

For Pan, the Unknown God, rules all.
He shall outlive the funeral,
Change, and decay, of many Gods,
Until he, too, lets fall his rods
Of viewless power upon that minute
When Universe cowers at Infinite!

Idyll V. The Battle of the Bards

© Theocritus

COMETAS.
Goats, from a shepherd who stands here, from Lacon, keep away:
Sibyrtas owns him; and he stole my goatskin yesterday.

Ninth Sunday After Trinity

© John Keble

In troublous days of anguish and rebuke,
While sadly round them Israel's children look,
And their eyes fail for waiting on their Lord:
While underneath each awful arch of green,
On every mountain-top, God's chosen scene,
Of pure heart-worship, Baal is adored:

Hobbie Noble

© Andrew Lang

Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in!
That Liddesdale may safely say:
For in it there was baith meat and drink,
And corn unto our geldings gay.

Narrara Creek

© Henry Kendall

From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,

Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms

Behind The Arras

© Bliss William Carman

I hardly know which room I care for best;
This fronting west,
With the strange hills in view,
Where the great sun goes,where I may go too,
When my lease is through,

Idyll IV. The Herdsmen

© Theocritus

BATTUS.
Look at that heifer! sure there's naught, save bare bones, left of her.
Pray, does she browse on dewdrops, as doth the grasshopper?

Moesta et Errabunda (Grieving and Wandering)

© Charles Baudelaire

Dis-moi ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe,
Loin du noir océan de l'immonde cité
Vers un autre océan où la splendeur éclate,
Bleu, clair, profond, ainsi que la virginité?
Dis-moi, ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe?

Ideal

© Andrew Lang

That hides all fair things lost, and things unborn,
Where one has fled from me, that wore thy grace,
And that grave tenderness of thine awhile;
Nay, still in dreams I see her, but her face
Is pale, is wasted with a touch of scorn,
And only on thy lips I find her smile.

Praise the Lord, God's Glories Show

© Henry Francis Lyte

Praise the Lord, Gods glories show, Alleluia!
Saints within Gods courts below, Alleluia!
Angels round the throne above, Alleluia!
All that see and share Gods love, Alleluia!

The Inn-Keeper Makes Excuses

© Edgar Albert Guest

"Oh, if only I had known!"
Said the keeper of the inn.
"But no hint to me was shown,
And I didn't let them in.

America To England

© Katharine Lee Bates

1899 -Who would trust England, let him lift his eyes
To Nelson, columned o'er Trafalgar Square,
Her hieroglyph of duty, written where
The roar of traffic hushes to the skies;

Witchcraft: New Style

The first voice, in that silent crowd, was hers,
Her light snickering laugh, as she stood there
Pausing, scanning the sawdust at her feet.
Then she switcht round and faced the positive man
Whose strong 'She cannot do it!' all still felt
Huskily shouting in their guilty ears.

By the Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross

Sombre and rich, the skies;
Great glooms, and starry plains.
Gently the night wind sighs;
Else a vast silence reigns.

Balaam's Wish

© John Newton

How blest the righteous are
When they resign their breath!
No wonder Balaam wished to share
In such a happy death.

To Myself

AFTER all, you are my rather tedious hero;
It is impossible (damn it!) to avoid
Looking at you through keyholes.
But come! At least you might try to be