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Autumn I

© Thomas Hood

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,

Book Second [School-Time Continued]

© William Wordsworth

THUS far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much

Unvisited, endeavoured to retrace

Sonnet X.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

FORGIVE that thus the trumpet I have blown
You never sounded never cared to hear.
The world, I know, can give no smile or tear
To those whose story it has never known.

If Thou Wilt Ease Thine Heart

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

IF thou wilt ease thine heart

Of love, and all its smart,-

Don Juan: Canto The First

© George Gordon Byron

I want a hero: an uncommon want,

When every year and month sends forth a new one,

Dirge Over A Nameless Grave

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

By yon still river, where the wave
Is winding slow at evening's close,
The beech, upon a nameless grave,
Its sadly-moving shadow throws.

The Messenger-Bird

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Thou art come from the spirits' land, thou bird!
Thou art come from the spirits' land!
Through the dark pine-grove let thy voice be heard,
And tell of the shadowy band!

Upon the death of my ever desired friend Doctor Donne Dean of Pauls

© Henry King

To have liv'd eminent in a degreee
Beyond our lofty'st flights, that is like thee;
Or t'have had too much merit is not safe;
For such excesses find no Epitaph.

Farewell To Florida

© Wallace Stevens

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Go on, high ship, since now, upon the shore,

An Old-Time Lay

© Victor Marie Hugo

Where your brood seven lie,

Float in calm heavenly,

Winds Of Wrath

© Gamaliel Bradford

Silly little bird,
Singing of its love,
Sang and never heard
Winds of wrath above.

Gaita Galaica (Bagpipes of Spain)

© Rubén Dario

Gaita galaica, que sabes cantar
lo que profundo y dulce nos es.
Dices de amor, y dices después
de un amargor como el de la mar.

Song: After Herrick

© Arthur Symons

Dear love, let's not put away

Love against a rainy day;

All through the night did I hear the banshee keening
Somewhere you are dying, and nothing can I do;
My hair with the wind, and my two hands clasped in anguish;
Bitter is your troubleand I am far from you.

Proverbs

One continent, one creed, one skin -

Our health and savour lie therein.

The Land Of The Gone-Away Souls

Oh! that is a beautiful land, I wis,
The land of the Gone-away Souls.
Yes, a lovelier region by far than this
(Though this is a world most fair).
The goodliest goal of all good goals,
Else why do our friends stay there?

Song

Ah, Chloris, that I now could sit
As unconcerned as when
Your infant beauty could beget
No pleasure, nor no pain.

Halloween

It was down in the woodland on last Hallowe'en,
Where silence and darkness had built them a lair,
That I felt the dim presence of her, the unseen,
And heard her still step on the ghost-haunted air.