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To Ianthe

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I love thee, Baby! for thine own sweet sake;
Those azure eyes, that faintly dimpled cheek,
Thy tender frame, so eloquently weak,
Love in the sternest heart of hate might wake;

Astraea: The Balance Of Illusions

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Dear to his age were memories such as these,
Leaves of his June in life's autumnal breeze;
Such were the tales that won my boyish ear,
Told in low tones that evening loves to hear.

Ode Composed On A May Morning

© William Wordsworth

WHILE from the purpling east departs

The star that led the dawn,

(ll. 1082-1089) And there was also in that tribe another son of
Lamech, called Tubal Cain, a smith skilled in his craft. He was
the first of all men on the earth to fashion tools of husbandry;
and far and wide the city-dwelling sons of men made use of bronze
and iron.

Remorse

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

"What would you tell me, my child, my child, that once slept a babe on my breast?"
(Do the death bells toll for a passing soul?)
"O mother! my friend is dead, now I stand confessed.
I can strike the stone into flame, make the dark give light,
But I cannot give back to the tiniest bird its flight.

The Moral Warfare

© John Greenleaf Whittier

WHEN Freedom, on her natal day,
Within her war-rocked cradle lay,
An iron race around her stood,
Baptized her infant brow in blood;

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XIX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

HE PROTESTS, NOTWITHSTANDING, HIS LOVE
To be cast forth from the fair light of heaven
Into the outer darkness and there lie,
Through unrecorded years of agony,

The Chartre Of Pardon.

© Thomas Hoccleve

Ihesu, kyng of hie heuen a-bove, Vnto Michael my chief lieu-tenaunt,

And alle thin ássessourës wich I love,That in my seruice be perséueraunthave euermore, and to me ful pleasaunt My gretyng;and, upon the peyne of dreed,Vnto this present chartre take[th] heed.

Rubaiyat 41

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

I wish that fate would cease this carnage,
And to the lovers give their due wage.
In times of youth the rein in my hands,
Now on the saddle, I ride in old age.

The Friend Of Humanity, And The Knife-Grinder

© John Hookham Frere

"Needy Knife-grinder! whether are you going?
Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order-
Bleak blows the Blast;-your hat has got a hole in't,
So have your breeches!

Horace To His Lute

© Eugene Field

If ever in the sylvan shade
A song immortal we have made,
Come now, O lute, I pri' thee come--
Inspire a song of Latium.

Elegy V. He Compares the Turbulence of Love With the Tranquillity of Friendship

© William Shenstone

From Love, from angry Love's inclement reign
I pass awhile to Friendship's equal skies;
Thou, generous Maid! reliev'st my partial pain,
And cheer'st the victim of another's eyes.