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Don Juan: Canto The Fourth
© George Gordon Byron
Nothing so difficult as a beginning
In poesy, unless perhaps the end;
Fragment: Supposed To Be An Epithalamium Of Francis Ravaillac And Charlotte Corday
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'Tis midnight now--athwart the murky air,
Dank lurid meteors shoot a livid gleam;
From the dark storm-clouds flashes a fearful glare,
It shows the bending oak, the roaring stream.
My Ladys Slipper
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Only the bark of my dog in the tower,
Glad in his play;
"Red was her cloak, and her face like a flower";
Hide it away!
Arabella Stuart
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
And is not love in vain,
Torture enough without a living tomb?
Byron
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 04
© Torquato Tasso
XXXI
Thus spake the nymph, yet spake but to the wind,
Gifts
© Emma Lazarus
"O World-God, give me Wealth!" the Egyptian cried.
His prayer was granted. High as heaven, behold
By A Person Of Quality.
© Mary Barber
Remote from Strife, from urban Throngs, and Noise.
Here dwells my Soul amidst domestic Joys:
No ratling Coaches serious Thoughts annoy;
Nor busy prating Fools my Peace destroy:
The Mobilization In Brittany
© Grace Fallow Norton
It was silent in the street.
I did not know until a woman told me,
Sobbing over the muslin she sold me.
Then I went out and walked to the square
And saw a few dazed people standing there.
Farewell To Italy
© Frances Anne Kemble
Farewell awhile, beautiful Italy!
My lonely bark is launched upon the sea
A Dream
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
I dreamt a dream, a dazzling dream, of a green isle far away,
Where the glowing West to the ocean's breast calleth the dying day;
Picture Songs
© George MacDonald
A pale green sky is gleaming;
The steely stars are few;
The moorland pond is steaming
A mist of gray and blue.
Shadows
© George MacDonald
All things are shadows of thee, Lord;
The sun himself is but thy shade;
My spirit is the shadow of thy word,
A thing that thou hast said.
The Kingdom of Love
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the dawn of the day, when the sea and the earth
Reflected the sunrise above,
An Afternoon In July
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
How hushed and still are earth and air,
How languid neath the suns fierce ray
The Farewell of a Virginia Slave Mother
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage
Gone, gone, - sold and gone
To a Stout Shepherdess
© Jessie Pope
Dear lady, are you open to a hint
As down our sober pavement you display
Ode to Captain Paery
© Thomas Hood
Paery, my man! has thy brave leg
Yet struck its foot against the peg
On which the world is spun?
Or hast thou found No Thoroughfare
Writ by the hand of Nature there
Where man has never run!
The Shepheardes Calender: August
© Edmund Spenser
Cuddye.
Sicker sike a roundle neuer heard I none.
Little lacketh Perigot of the best.
And Willye is not greatly ouergone,
So weren his vndersongs well addrest.
An English Ballad, On The Taking Of Namur, By The King Of Great Britain
© Matthew Prior
Dulce est desipere in loco.
Some Folks are drunk, yet do not know it:
A Young Soldier On Service
© Confucius
To the top of that tree-clad hill I go,
And towards my father I gaze,
