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"Philip, My King"

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Look at me with thy large brown eyes,

Philip, my king!

Gisli: The Chieftain

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

To the Goddess Lada prayed
Gisli, holding high his spear
Bound with buds of spring, and laughed
All his heart to Lada's ear.

Courtship

© Alexander Brome

My Lesbia, let us live and love,
Let crabbed Age talk what it will.
The sun when down, returns above,
But we, once dead, must be so still.

Sonnet XIII:The light that rises from your feet to your hair

© Pablo Neruda

The light that rises from your feet to your hair,
the strength enfolding your delicate form,
are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:
you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.

Elegy On The Death Of Dr. Channing

© James Russell Lowell

I do not come to weep above thy pall,
And mourn the dying-out of noble powers,
The poet's clearer eye should see, in all
Earth's seeming woe, seed of immortal flowers.

Summer - The Second Pastoral; or Alexis

© Alexander Pope

A Shepherd's Boy (he seeks no better name)

Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame,

She Gave Me A Rose

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

She gave a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
I love her, she knows,
And my action confessed it.
She gave me a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.

Fragment Of A Sonnet : To Harriet

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ever as now with Love and Virtue's glow
May thy unwithering soul not cease to burn,
Still may thine heart with those pure thoughts o'erflow
Which force from mine such quick and warm return.

Lethe.

© Robert Crawford

The waves of Lethe wash till we forget
Our earthy life and love; and 'twould appear
Before Time's tune possessed us, before we
Let fall the shadow of our meaning here

Illustrious names! still, still united beam,
Be still the hero's boast, the poet's theme:
So when two radiant gems together shine,
And in one wreath their lucid light combine;
Each, as it sparkles with transcendant rays,
Adds to the lustre of its kindred blaze.

Songs Set To Music: 16. Set By Mr. Smith

© Matthew Prior

Accept, my Love, as true a heart
As ever lover gave;
'Tis free (it vows) from my art,
And proud to be your slave.

Loves Autumn [To My Wife.]

I WOULD not lose a single silvery ray
Of those white locks which like a milky way
Streak the dusk midnight of thy raven hair;

Autumn

If o'er the bare fields, cold and whitening
With the first snow-flakes, I should see thy form,
And meet and kiss thee, that were enough of Spring;
Enough of sunshine, could I feel the warm
Glad beating of thy heart 'neath Winter's wing,
Tho' Earth were full of whirlwind and of storm.