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"HOLD, Criticks cry-Erroneous are your Lays,
"Your Field was Satire, your Pursuit is Praise."
True, you Profound!-I praise, but yet I sneer;
You're dark to Beauties, if to Errors clear!
Know my Lampoon's in Panegyric seen,
For just Applause turns Satire on your Spleen.

To My Mother

© John Le Gay Brereton

Once more the Christian festival is near,

And I, for whom each day repeats all days

Song Of The Hindustanee Minstrel

© Henry Louis Vivian Derozio

With surmah tinge the black eye's fringe,
'Twill sparkle like a star;
With roses dress each raven tress,
My only loved Dildar!

Lois House

© Julia A Moore

Come all ye young people of every degree,
Come give your attention one moment to me;
It's of a young couple I now will relate,
And of their misfortunes and of their sad fate.

Common Sense

© James Thomas Fields

She came among the gathering crowd,
A maiden fair, without pretence,
And when they asked her humble name,
She whispered mildly, Common Sense.

The Merman (From The Old Danish)

© George Borrow

Do thou, dear Mother, contrive amain

How Marsk Stigs daughter I may gain.

The Witch of Hebron

© Charles Harpur

Of golden lamps, showed many a treasure rare
Of Indian and Armenian workmanship
Which might have seemed a wonder of the world:
And trains of servitors of every clime,
Greeks, Persians, Indians, Ethiopians,
In richest raiment thronged the spacious halls.

The Ring And The Book - Chapter V - Count Guido Franceschini

© Robert Browning

That is a way, thou whisperest in my ear!
I doubt, I will decide, then act, said I
Then beckoned my companions: Time is come!

Composed Near Calais, On The Road Leading To Ardres, August 7, 1802

© William Wordsworth

JONES! as from Calais southward you and I
Went pacing side by side, this public Way
Streamed with the pomp of a too-credulous day,
When faith was pledged to new-born Liberty:

Shrine Of The Virgin - Part I

© John Kenyon

"The traveller, who hears that vesper-bell,

Howe'er employed, must send a prayer to heaven

To The Summer Night

© Robert Laurence Binyon

A sultry perfume of voluptuous June
Enchants the air still breathing of warm day;
But now the impassioned Night draws over, soon
To fold me, in this high hollow, quite away

Wardour Castle

© William Lisle Bowles

If rich designs of sumptuous art may please,

Or Nature's loftier views, august and old,

The Cow-Puncher's Elegy

© Arthur Chapman

I've ridden nigh a thousand leagues upon two bands of steel,

And it takes a grizzled Westerner to know just how I feel;

Coming Home

© Augusta Davies Webster

Anyhow
I've poetry and music too to-day
in the very clatter: it goes "Home, home, home."

Matter For Gratitude

O God, forgive them all, from Stoneman down,
Thy smile who construe and expound Thy frown,
And fall with saintly grace upon their knees
To render thanks when Thou dost only sneeze.

The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto I.

V Perspective
What seems to us for us is true.
The planet has no proper light,
And yet, when Venus is in view,
No primal star is half so bright.

The Shepherds Calendar - March

© John Clare

March month of 'many weathers' wildly comes
In hail and snow and rain and threatning hums
And floods: while often at his cottage door
The shepherd stands to hear the distant roar

The Third Booke Of Qvodlibets

Kings doe correct those that Rebellious are,
And their good Subjects worthily preferre:
Iust Epigrams reproue those that offend,
And those that vertuous are, she doth commend.

In Egypt

© Virna Sheard

All day the wife of Pharaoh had paced the palace hall
Or the long white pillared court that was open to the sky;
A passion of wild restlessness ensnared her in its thrall
While she fought a fear within her--a thing that would not die.