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68. The Holy Fair

© Robert Burns

UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn
When Natures face is fair,
I walked forth to view the corn,
An snuff the caller air.

37. Epitaph on William Muir

© Robert Burns

AN HONEST man here lies at rest
As eer God with his image blest;
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:

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.

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

© Giordano Bruno

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.

Sonnet XLIX

© William Shakespeare

Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call'd to that audit by advised respects;

Sonnet XIV

© William Shakespeare

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;

Sonnet LXXXII

© William Shakespeare

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book

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

© George MacDonald

1.

FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goes

Artegal And Elidure

© William Wordsworth

WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle,

For his paternal Gods, the Trojan raised?

Eureka - A Prose Poem

© Edgar Allan Poe

EUREKA:

AN ESSAY ON THE MATERIAL AND SPIRITUAL UNIVERSE

Sonnet 49: Against that time, if ever that time come

© William Shakespeare

Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advised respects;

A Vision of Poesy - Part 01

© Henry Timrod

In a far country, and a distant age,
Ere sprites and fays had bade farewell to earth,
A boy was born of humble parentage;
The stars that shone upon his lonely birth
Did seem to promise sovereignty and fame -
Yet no tradition hath preserved his name.

Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;