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The Complaint Of Prometheus

© Aeschylus

PROMETHEUS (alone)

O holy Aether, and swift-winged Winds,

For A Venetian Pastoral By Giorgione (In the Louvre)

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

WATER, for anguish of the solstice:nay,

But dip the vessel slowly,nay, but lean

Sonnet. "Is it a sin, to wish that I may meet thee"

© Frances Anne Kemble

Is it a sin, to wish that I may meet thee

In that dim world whither our spirits stray,

She knelt and kneeling drank the scent of limes,
Blown round the slow blind by a vesperal gust,
Till the room swam. So the lime-incense blew
Into her life as once it had in his,
Though how and when and with what ageless charge
Of sorrow and deep joy how could she know?

Twenty-One Love Poems V

© Adrienne Rich

With A Copy of: "In Memoriam"

© George MacDonald

Dear friend, you love the poet's song,
And here is one for your regard.
You know the "melancholy bard,"
Whose grief is wise as well as strong;

The Lady Of La Garaye - Part III

© Caroline Norton

And either tries to hide the thoughts that wring
Their secret hearts; and both essay to bring
Some happy topic, some yet lingering dream,
Which they with cheerful words shall make their theme;
But fail,--and in their wistful eyes confess
All their words never own of hopelessness.

A Modest Request

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

SCENE,--a back parlor in a certain square,
Or court, or lane,--in short, no matter where;
Time,--early morning, dear to simple souls
Who love its sunshine and its fresh-baked rolls;
Persons,--take pity on this telltale blush,
That, like the AEthiop, whispers, "Hush, oh hush!"

The Spirit Of The Ideal

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Sweet sister spirits, ye whose starlight tresses
Stream on the night-winds as ye float along,
Missioned with hope to man-and with caresses

Sonnet XIX

© Caroline Norton

But since, in all that brief Life's narrow scope,
No day pass'd by without some gentle deed,
Let us not "mourn like them that have no hope,"
Though sharp the stroke,--and suddenly decreed;