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I stood upon the Plain,
That had trembled when the slain,
Hurled their proud defiant curses at the battle-hearted foe,
When the steed dashed right and left
Through the bloody gaps he cleft,
When the bridle-rein was broken, and the rider was laid low.

Fire Pictures

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

O! THE rolling, rushing fire!
O! the fire!
How it rages, wilder, higher,
Like a hot heart's fierce desire,

Presented To The King, At His Arrival In Holland, After The Discovery Of The Conspiracy. 1696

© Matthew Prior

Britain Her Safety to your Guidance owns,
That She can sep'rate Parricides from Sons;
That, impious Rage disarm'd, She lives and Reigns,
Her Freedom kept by Him, who broke Her Chains.

This Door You Might Not Open

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

This door you might not open, and you did;

So enter now, and see for what slight thing

Epilogue To Lessing's Laocooen

© Matthew Arnold

One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,

My friend and I, by chance we talk'd

The Sparrow

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

A LITTLE bird, with plumage brown,

Beside my window flutters down,

The Wounded Hare

© Robert Burns

Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
And blasted by thy murder-aiming eye;
May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor never pleasure glad thy cruel heart!

The Green Roads

© Edward Thomas

The green roads that end in the forest
Are strewn with white goose feathers this June,
Life marks left behind by someone gone to the forest
To show his track. But he has never come back.

Alfred. Book III.

© Henry James Pye

Fix'd on the arid spot, whose scanty bounds
On every side the deep morass surrounds,
The monarch, and his martial friend, with care,
'Gainst close surprise and bold attack prepare;
Exert each art their safety to ensure,
And every pass, with wary eye, secure.

Mostly Slavonic

© Henry Lawson

But they never dreamed, the brainless, boors that used to sneer and scoff,
That the dreamy lad beside themknown as Dutchy Mickyloff
Was a genius and a poet, and a Manno matter which
Was the Czar of all the Russias!Peter Michaelovich.

Yes Thou Art Gone!

© Anne Brontë

Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;

Continued - III

© George Meredith

'Tis true the wisdom that my mind exacts

Through contemplation from a heart unbent

The Intellectual

© Karl Shapiro

The man behind the book may not be man,
His own man or the books or yet the times,
But still be whole, deciding what he can
In praise of politics or German rimes;

Change

© Muriel Stuart

CHANGE shall accustom me in after years

To kingdom's builded on life's overthrow;

Sancho Sanchez

Sancho Sanchez lay a--dying in the house of Mariquita,
For his life ebbed with the ebbing of the red wound in his side.
And he lay there as they left him when he came from the Corrida
In his gold embroidered jacket and his red cloak and his pride.

Sir Macklin

Of all the youths I ever saw
None were so wicked, vain, or silly,
So lost to shame and Sabbath law,
As worldly TOM, and BOB, and BILLY.

The Faithful Few: An Ode

While Pow'r triumphant bears unrival'd Sway,
Propt by the Aid of all-prevailing Gold;
While bold Corruption blasts the Face of Day,
And Men, in Herds, are offer'd to be sold;
Select, Urania, from the venal Throng,
The Faithful Few, to grace the deathless Song!

Rondel. (From The Duke Of Orleans)

Hence away, begone, begone,

Carking care and melancholy!

Life And Death

Life, death, - death, life; the words have led for ages
Our thought and consciousness and firmly seemed
Two opposites; but now long-hidden pages
Are opened, liberating truths undreamed.
Life only is, or death is life disguised, -
Life a short death until by Life we are surprised.