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At a Symphony

© Louise Imogen Guiney

Oh, I would have these tongues oracular

Dip into silence, tease no more, let be!

If They Dare!

© Alfred Austin

Realm of ocean-guarded Peace,

Humming loom and grazing steer,

Canto XVI

© Ezra Pound

And before hell mouth; dry plain

and two mountains;

Something Left Undone. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Labor with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits the rising of the sun.

Well, the laughter of Yule was turned to tears
For them and for us. We saw the glare
Of torches that hurried from chamber to stair;
And we heard the castle re-echo her name,
But neither to them nor to us she came.
And that was the last of Clara of Clare.

The Vision

© Thomas Traherne

FLIGHT is but preparative. The sight

Is deep and infinite,

Eclogue 10: Gallus

© Publius Vergilius Maro

This now, the very latest of my toils,

Vouchsafe me, Arethusa! needs must I

West Of Fanny O'Dea's

© Alice Guerin Crist

Youll not find the name in geography books,
It isnt marked on the map,
Nor mentioned in atlas or history,
Yet youve heard of the place mayhap.

An Essay on Criticism: Part 2

© Alexander Pope

Thus critics, of less judgment than caprice,
Curious not knowing, not exact but nice,
Form short ideas; and offend in arts
(As most in manners) by a love to parts.

Sonnet 103: "Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,..."

© William Shakespeare

Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,

That having such a scope to show her pride,

Venus And Adonis

© William Shakespeare

TO THE
RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD.
RIGHT HONORABLE,

The Choosing Of Valentines

© Thomas Nashe

It was the merie moneth of Februarie,
When yong men, in their iollie roguerie,
Rose earelie in the morne fore breake of daie,
To seeke them valentines soe trimme and gaie;

Marlburyes Fate

© Benjamin Tompson

When London's fatal bills were blown abroad

And few but Specters travel'd on the road,

Paradise Lost: Book XI (1674)

He added not, for Adam at the newes
Heart-strook with chilling gripe of sorrow stood,
That all his senses bound; Eve, who unseen
Yet all had heard, with audible lament
Discover'd soon the place of her retire.

Paradise Lost: Book IX

So gloz'd the Tempter, and his proem tun'd.
Into the heart of Eve his words made way,
Though at the voice much marvelling; at length,
Not unamaz'd, she thus in answer spake:

The Passing Show

I
I know not if it was a dream. I viewed
A city where the restless multitude,
Between the eastern and the western deep
Had reared gigantic fabrics, strong and rude.