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Life Is A Dream - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

CLOTALDO. Reasons fail me not to show
That the experiment may not answer;
But there is no remedy now,
For a sign from the apartment
Tells me that he hath awoken
And even hitherward advances.

Prologue To 'Zobeide'

© Oliver Goldsmith

IN these bold times, when Learning's sons explore

The distant climate and the savage shore;

But 'tis not only with the loud and rude
That self betrays its nature unsubdued ;
Polite attention and refined address
But ill conceal it, and can ne'er suppress :
One truth, despite of manner, stands confest--
They love themselves unspeakably the best.

Transcience

© Sarojini Naidu

Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of sadness,
Dawn will not veil her spleandor for your grief,
Nor spring deny their bright, appointed beauty
To lotus blossom and ashoka leaf.

To The God of Pain

© Sarojini Naidu

For thy dark altars, balm nor milk nor rice,
But mine own soul thou'st ta'en for sacrifice:

At A Funeral

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I loved her too, this woman who is dead.
Look in my face. I have a right to go
And see the place where you have made her bed
Among the snow.

The Geraldines

© Thomas Osborne Davis

Ye Geraldines! Ye Geraldines! How royally ye reigned
O'er Desmond broad and rich Kildare, and English arts disdained;
Your sword made knights, your banner waved, free was your bugle call
By Glyn's green slopes, and Dingle's tide, from Barrow's banks to
Eochaill,
What gorgeous shrines, what Brehon lore, what minstrel feasts there were

The Indiscreet Confessions

© Jean de La Fontaine

BLITHE Damon for her having felt the dart,
The belle received the offer of his heart;
So well he managed and expressed his flame.
That soon her lord and master he became,
By Hymen's right divine, you may conceive,
And nothing short of it you should believe.

Hast Thou A Song For A Flower.

© William Gilmore Simms

I.

HAST thou a song for a flower,

The Falconer Of God

© Stephen Vincent Benet

I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying.

I said, Wait on, wait on, while I ride below!

Sonnet LXVIII.

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Written at Exmouth, Midsummer, 1795.
FALL, dews of Heaven, upon my burning breast,
Bathe with cool drops these ever-streaming eyes,
Ye gentle Winds, that fan the balmy West,

Reverie

© John Kenyon

Oh! blest it is by blazing hearth,

With many a well-loved friend beside,

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes (Sonnet 29)

© William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,

The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fourth Dialogue.=

CIC. I do not believe that he makes a comparison, nor puts as the same
kind the divine and the human mode of comprehending, which are very
diverse, but as to the subject they are the same.

Lines. "Why look'd I on that fatal line?"

Why look'd I on that fatal line?

Why did I pray that page to see?

Night

Night is the time for rest;
How sweet, when labors close,
To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose,
Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head
Down on our own delightful bed!