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Queen Mab: Part I.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

FAIRY
'Spirit! who hast dived so deep;
Spirit! who hast soared so high;
Thou the fearless, thou the mild,
Accept the boon thy worth hath earned,
Ascend the car with me!'

Sometimes thou shalt with fervent Vows implore
A moderate Wind; the Orchat loves to wave
With Winter-Winds, before the Gems exert
Their feeble Heads; the loosen'd Roots then drink
Large Increment, Earnest of happy Years.

The Ruined Abbey, or, The Affects of Superstition

© William Shenstone

At length fair Peace, with olive crown'd, regains

Her lawful throne, and to the sacred haunts

Australia

© John Farrell

O Radiant Land! o'er whom the Sun's first dawning

Fell brightest when God said " Let there be Light;"'

Stanzas. In A Drear-Nighted December

© John Keats

1.
In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember

Ring Out , Wild Bells

© Alfred Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

The Lovers. A Poem

© John Logan

Harriet
I fear to go--I dare not stay.
Look back.--I dare not look that way.

Love Me A Little

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Love me a little, love me as thou wilt,
Whether a draught it be of passionate wine
Poured with both hands divine,
Or just a cup of water spilt

Anhelli - Chapter 8

© Juliusz Slowacki

And they came to a subterranean lake,
and proceeded along the shores of the dark water,
which stirred not, but was golden in places from the light of torches.

Land-Locked

© Celia Thaxter

Black lie the hills; swiftly doth daylight flee;
And, catching gleams of sunset's dying smile,
Through the dusk land for many a changing mile
The river runneth softly to the sea.

Summer Toils

© Kristijonas Donelaitis

"Of course, it is not nice for a gray-headed man,
To be shamed by the work of a young nincompoop,
When he intends to get more dollars for his pay,
And e'en is not ashamed to pry out more seed grain.
O what became of the bewhiskered Prussian days,
When hired help was so cheep and so obedient?