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From Mount Ebal

© John Bunyan

Thus having heard from Gerizzim, I shall

Next come to Ebal, and you thither call,

Slaves of Thy Shining Eyes

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

SLAVES of thy shining eyes are even those
That diadems of might and empire bear;
Drunk with the wine that from thy red lip flows,
Are they that e'en the grape's delight forswear.

Birds In The Night

© Paul Verlaine

You were not over-patient with me, dear;
This want of patience one must rightly rate:
You are so young! Youth ever was severe
And variable and inconsiderate!

Farewell And Defiance To Love

© John Clare

Love and thy vain employs, away

From this too oft deluded breast!

The Brumbies

© William Henry Ogilvie

There are steeds upon many a Western plain

That have never bowed to a bit or rein,

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXVIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

IN ANSWER TO A QUESTION
Why should I hate you, love, or why despise
For that last proof of tenderness you gave?
The battle is not always to the brave,

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VI

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away!
Who said that care behind the horseman sits?
The train to Paris, as it flies to--day,
Whirls its bold rider clear of ague fits.

The Inevitable Calm

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THE sombre wings of the tempest,
In fetterless force unfurled,
Buffet the face of beauty,
And scar the grace of the world;

A Rejected Lover To His Mistress (II)

© Frances Anne Kemble

The love that was too poor to purchase you

Is rich enough to buy each noble thing,

The Old Burying-Ground

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Our vales are sweet with fern and rose,
Our hills are maple-crowned;
But not from them our fathers chose
The village burying-ground.

Persia

© Henry Kendall

I am writing this song at the close

Of a beautiful day of the spring

Midsummer In The South

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I LOVE Queen August's stately sway,
And all her fragrant south winds say,
With vague, mysterious meanings fraught,
Of unimaginable thought;

Charity

© Victor Marie Hugo

"Lo! I am Charity," she cries,
"Who waketh up before the day;
While yet asleep all nature lies,
God bids me rise and go my way."

The Cageing Of Ares

[Iliad, v. V. 385--Dedicated to the Council at The Hague.]

How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed

Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight?

© John Keats

Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell
No God, no Demon of severe response,
Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell
Then to my human heart I turn at once:

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LI

When I hear laughter from a tavern door,
When I see crowds agape and in the rain
Watching on tiptoe and with stifled roar
To see a rocket fired or a bull slain,

Paradise Regain'd : Book III.

© John Milton

So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood
A while as mute, confounded what to say,
What to reply, confuted and convinced
Of his weak arguing and fallacious drift;

He showed up in the springtime, when the geese began to honk;
He signed up with the outfit, and we fattened up his bronk;
His chaps were old and tattered, but he never seemed to mind,
Cause for worryin and frettin he had never been designed;
Hes the type of cattle-puncher that has vanished now, of course,
With his hundred-dollar saddle on his twenty-dollar horse.