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The Widow Of Crescentius : Part II.

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Hast thou a scene that is not spread

With records of thy glory fled?

Ode On The Istallation of the Duke of Devonshire

© Charles Kingsley

Hence a while, severer Muses;

Spare your slaves till drear October.

Prologue, Intended for "Vortigern"

© Henry James Pye

The cause with learn'd investigation fraught,
Behold at length to this tribunal brought,
No fraud your penetrating eyes can cheat,
None here can Shakespeare's writing counterfeit.

FAIR as the dawn of the fairest day,
Sad as the evening's tender gray,
By the latest lustre of sunset kissed,
That wavers and wanes through an amber mist,
There cometh a dream of the past to me,
On the desert sands, by the autumn sea.

Malham Cove

© Robert Laurence Binyon

There is threat in the wind, and a murmur
of water that swells
Swift in the hollow: about me
a shadow is thrown;

Red Maples

© Sara Teasdale

IN the last year I have learned
How few men are worth my trust;
I have seen the friend I loved
Struck by death into the dust,

A Visit From Wisdom

© Khalil Gibran

In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood
By my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother
And wiped away my tears, and said : "I have heard
The cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it.
Open your heart to me and I shall fill it with light.
Ask of me and I shall show you the way of truth."

I Grieved For Buonaparte

© William Wordsworth

I GRIEVED for Buonaparte, with a vain
And an unthinking grief! The tenderest mood
Of that Man's mind--what can it be? what food
Fed his first hopes? what knowledge could 'he' gain?

The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - Ara Of The Saints

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Hearing how blessed Enda lived apart,
Amid the sacred caves of Ara-mhor,
And how beneath his eye, spread like a chart,
Lay all the isles of that remotest shore;

Tale VIII

© George Crabbe

grace?" -
"He knew she hated every watering-place."
"The town?"--"What! now 'twas empty, joyless,

By The Fireside : Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A handful of red sand, from the hot clime
Of Arab deserts brought,
Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,
The minister of Thought.

Ramon

© Francis Bret Harte

(REFUGIO MINE, NORTHERN MEXICO)

Drunk and senseless in his place,

Prologue To Steele's Tender Husband

© Joseph Addison

In the first rise and infancy of farce,

When fools were many, and when plays were scarce

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - February

1.

I TO myself have neither power nor worth,

Lincoln, 1809--February 12, 1909

Yea, this is he, whose name is synonym

Of all that's noble, though but lowly born;

Moravian Hymn

© John Wesley

O draw me, Father, after thee,
So shall I run and never tire:
With gracious words still comfort me;
Be thou my hope, my sole desire:
Free me from every weight; nor fear
Nor sin can come, if thou art here.

The Old Oak

Here have I stood, the pride of the park,

In winter with snow on my frozen bark;

Hermann And Dorothea - IX. Urania

O YE Muses, who gladly favour a love that is heartfelt,
Who on his way the excellent youth have hitherto guided,
Who have press'd the maid to his bosom before their betrothal,
Help still further to perfect the bonds of a couple so loving,
Drive away the clouds which over their happiness hover!
But begin by saying what now in the house has been passing.