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At Eleusis

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

MEN of Eleusis, ye that with long staves

Sit in the market-houses, and speak words

The Faerie Queene, Book II, Canto XII

© Edmund Spenser

THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
Contayning
THE LEGEND OF SIR GUYON,
OR OF TEMPERAUNCECANTO XIIxlii

OUR children are our monuments,
The little ones we leave behind,
If they are good and brave and kind,
And labor here with true intents,
Our lives and work perpetuate
Far more than marble tablets great.

Marianna Alcoforando

© Sara Teasdale

But I have seen my day grow calm again.
The sun sets slowly on a peaceful world,
And sheds a quiet light across the fields.

Swallow Flight

© Sara Teasdale

I love my hour of wind and light,
I love men's faces and their eyes,
I love my spirit's veering flight
Like swallows under evening skies.

Macaulay

© Walter Savage Landor

THE DREAMY rhymers measurd snore
Falls heavy on our ears no more;
And by long strides are left behind
The dear delights of woman-kind,

Tasso And His Sister

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

She sat, where on each wind that sigh'd,

The citron's breath went by,

The Last Bullet

© John Farrell

for revenge upon those who were strong
Cattle speared at the first, blacks shot down,
and the blood of their babes, even, shed;
Blood that stains the same hue as our own.
It is written, red blood will have red !

Dawn

© John Ford

Fly hence, shadows, that do keep

Watchful sorrows charm'd in sleep!

The Triumph of the People

© Henry Lawson

LO, the gods of Vice and Mammon from their pinnacles are hurled
By the workers new religion, which is oldest in the world;
And the earth will feel her children treading firmly on the sod,
For the triumph of the People is the victory of God.

The Soldier's Return to His Home

© Robert Bloomfield

My untried muse shall no high tone assume,

Nor strut in arms - farewell, my cap and plume!

Niagara

© Jose Maria de Heredia y Campuzano

My lyre! give me my lyre! My bosom feels
The glow of inspiration. Oh how long
Have I been left in darkness since this light
Last visited my brow, Niagara!
Thou with thy rushing waters dost restore
The heavenly gift that sorrow took away.

The Task: Book I. -- The Sofa

© William Cowper

I sing the Sofa. I who lately sang

Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe

Periander

How died Melissa none dares shape in words.
A woman who is wife despotic lords
Count faggot at the question, Shall she live!
Her son, because his brows were black of her,
Runs barking for his bread, a fugitive,
And Corinth frowns on them that feed the cur.

All-Saints

One feast, of holy days the crest,

I, though no Churchman, love to keep,

Fulfilment

Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir
More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.

The Appeal

© Edith Nesbit

ALL summer-time you said:
"Love has no need of shelter nor of kindness,
For all the flowers take pity on his blindness,
And lead him to his scented rose-soft bed."