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Metamorphoses: Book The Ninth

© Ovid

The End of the Ninth Book.

Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands

The Ring And The Book - Chapter IV - Tertium Quid

© Robert Browning

Is so far clear? You know Violante now,
Compute her capability of crime
By this authentic instance? Black hard cold
Crime like a stone you kick up with your foot
I the middle of a field?

English May

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

WOULD God your health were as this month of May

Should be, were this not England,and your face

Mischief

© Ann Taylor

LET those who're fond of idle tricks,
Of throwing stones, and hurling bricks,
And all that sort of fun,
Now hear a tale of idle Jim,
That warning they may take by him,
Nor do as he has done.

Retrospect: The Jests Of The Clock

He had met hours of the clock he never guessed before-
Dumb, dragging, mirthless hours confused with dreams and fear,
Bone-chilling, hungry hours when the Gods sleep and snore,
Bequeathing earth and heaven to ghosts, and will not hear,
And will not hear man groan chained to the sodden ground,
Rotting alive; in feather beds they slumbered sound.

Set Me Whereas The Sun Doth Parch The Green

© Henry Howard

Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green

Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice,

Unknown Warrior

© Elizabeth Daryush

Not that broad path chose he, which whoso wills
May tread, if he by pay the fatal price,
And for such sweet as earthly life extils,
Slaughter his heaven-born soul in sacrifice.

The Deans Reasons For Not Building At Drapiers-Hill

© Jonathan Swift

I will not build on yonder mount;
And, should you call me to account,
Consulting with myself, I find
It was no levity of mind.

The Wonderful Spring Of San Joaquin

© Francis Bret Harte

You see the point? Don't be too quick
To break bad habits: better stick,
Like the Mission folk, to your ARSENIC.

A Zong Of Harvest Hwome

© William Barnes

The ground is clear. There's nar a ear

O' stannèn corn a-left out now,

Among the Hills

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Through Sandwich notch the west-wind sang
Good morrow to the cotter;
And once again Chocoruas horn
Of shadow pierced the water.

At The Top Of My Voice - First Prelude

© Vladimir Mayakovsky

My most respected

comrades of posterity!

Reflection

© Edgar Albert Guest

You have given me riches and ease,

You have given me joys through the years,

The Farmer's Boy - Summer

© Robert Bloomfield

Here, midst the boldest triumphs of her worth,
NATURE herself invites the REAPERS forth;
Dares the keen sickle from its twelvemonth's rest,
And gives that ardour which in every breast
From infancy to age alike appears,
When the first sheaf its plumy top uprears.

Marmion: Introduction to Canto IV.

An ancient minstrel sagely said,

"Where is the life which late we led?"

Birth-Moment

1905

Tale XIII

hall,
Sires, sons, and sons of sons, were buried all,
She then abounded, and had wealth to spare
For softening grief she once was doom'd to share;
Thus train'd in misery's school, and taught to