Safe may'st thou go my canzon whither thee pleaseth
Thou art so fair attired that every man and each
Shall praise thy speech
So we have sense or glow with reason's fire,
To stand with other
hast thou no desire.

The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Fourth

© William Lisle Bowles

O'er my poor ANNA'S lowly grave
No dirge shall sound, no knell shall ring;
But angels, as the high pines wave,
Their half-heard "Miserere" sing.

Unofficial

© Edith Nesbit

ONE morning, my heart can remember,
I sat dreaming there,
In the 'governor's' chair
In the office. The month was November,
And the weather a subject for prayer.

The Headless Trooper.

© James Brunton Stephens

NO; not another step, for all

The troopers out of hell!

The Author's Early Life

© Julia A Moore

I will write a sketch of my early life,

It will be of childhood day,

Within and Without: Part V: A Dramatic Poem

© George MacDonald

Julian.
A heart that knows what thou canst never know,
Fair angel, blesseth thee, and saith, farewell.

Deacon Jones' Grievance

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I'VE been watchin' of 'em parson,

An' I'm sorry fur to say

Pippa Passes: Part IV: Night

© Robert Browning

Thanks, friends, many thanks! I chiefly desire life now, that I may recompense every one of you. Most I know something of already. What, a repast prepared?Benedicto benedicatur . . . ugh, ugh! Where was I? Oh, as you were remarking, Ugo, the weather is mild, very unlike winter-weather: but I am a Sicilian, you know, and shiver in your Julys here. To be sure, when 't was full summer at Messina, as we priests used to cross in procession the great square on Assumption Day, you might see our thickest yellow tapers twist suddenly in two, each like a falling star, or sink down on themselves in a gore of wax. But go, my friends, but go! [To the Intendant]
Not you, Ugo! [The others leave the apartment]
I have long wanted to converse with you, Ugo.

To K.M.D.

In the buds, before they burst,
Leaves and flowers are moulded;
Closely pressed they lie at first,
Exquisitely folded.

The Men Who Live It Down

© Henry Lawson

I have sinned, but as a man might; like a man Ill rise again
From long nights of mental torture, from long days of care and pain.
Pass me by with eyes averted, with a shrug or with a frown,
But their heads shall bow in ashes long ere my head shall go down!

Domestic Peace

© Anne Brontë

Why should such gloomy silence reign,
And why is all the house so drear,
When neither danger, sickness, pain,
Nor death, nor want, have entered here?

Aerophorion

When bold Ambition tempts the ingenuous mind

To leave the beaten paths of life behind,

I hate the Vulgar with untuneful Mind,
Hearts uninspir'd, and Senses unrefin'd.
Hence ye Prophane, I raise the sounding String,
And Bolingbroke descends to hear me sing.