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Gualterus Danistonus, Ad Amicos. - And Imitation

© Matthew Prior

Dum studeo fungi fallentis munere vitae,

Adfectoque viam sedibus Elysiis

Hands All Round

© Alfred Tennyson

First pledge our Queen this solemn night,

Then drink to England, every guest;

'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 5

© Publius Vergilius Maro

MEANTIME the Trojan cuts his watry way,

Fixd on his voyage, thro the curling sea;

HEIR to the wealth of all the storied past,
A thousand generations pour their life
Into this heart of mine;
'Twere base indeed if these should be the last,
Life's standard bearing in some noble strife,
To advance the battle line.

The Waster's Presentiment

© Robert Fuller Murray

I shall be spun. There is a voice within
Which tells me plainly I am all undone;
For though I toil not, neither do I spin,
I shall be spun.

The War After The War

© John Le Gay Brereton

What shall we say, who, drawing indolent breath,
Mark the quick pant of those who, full of hate,
Drive home the steel or loose the shrieking shell,
Heroes or Huns, who smite the grin of death
And laugh or curse beneath the blows of fate,
Swept madly to the thudding heart of hell?

Annus Memorabilis : Written in Commemoration of His Majesty's Happy Recovery

© William Cowper

I ransack'd for a theme of song,

Much ancient chronicle, and long;

The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker's Story

© John Clare

The maids, impatient now old Goody ceased,
As restless children from the school released,
Right gladly proving, what she'd just foretold,
That young ones' stories were preferred to old,
Turn to the whisperings of their former joy,
That oft deceive, but very rarely cloy.

The Boatman

© Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky

Driven by misfortune's whirlwind,

Having neither oar nor rudder,

Blest be thy love, dear Lord,

© John Austin

Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love Thee for Thyself,
And for that love obey.

A Toast To Happiness

© Edgar Albert Guest

To happiness I raise my glass,

The goal of every human,

A King's Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral]

© Thomas Hardy

From the slow march and muffled drum,
And crowds distrest,
And book and bell, at length I have come
To my full rest.

Aurora Leigh: Book Two

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I pulled the branches down
To choose from.

Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England

'Tis done -- and shivering in the gale
The bark unfurls her snowy sail;
And whistling o'er the bending mast,
Loud sings on high the fresh'ning blast;
And I must from this land be gone,
Because I cannot love but one.

Pierrot's Song

Lady, light in the east hangs low,
Draw your veils of dream apart,
Under the casement stands Pierrot
Making a song to ease his heart.
(Yet do not break the song too soon-
I love to sing in the paling moon.)

Parody On The Recorders Speech To His Grace The Duke Of Ormond, 4th July, 1711

An ancient metropolis, famous of late
For opposing the Church, and for nosing the State,
For protecting sedition and rejecting order,
Made the following speech by their mouth, the Recorder:
First, to tell you the name of this place of renown,
Some still call it Dublin, but most Forster's town.