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Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

What tho' first,
In years unseason'd, I attuned the lay
To idle passion and unreal woe?
Yet serious truth her empire o'er my song

Fabula Distica

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

La pobre carne, frente a ti, se alza
como brincó de los dedos divinos:
religiosa, frenética y descalza.

Hero And Leander: The Second Sestiad

© Christopher Marlowe

By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,

Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.

Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints

© Augustus Montague Toplady

Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine
Bid every string awake.

Dion [See Plutarch]

© William Wordsworth

Serene, and fitted to embrace,

Where'er he turned, a swan-like grace

The Ghost - Book IV

© Charles Churchill

Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence

To something of exalted sense

Peruvian Tales: Aciloe, Tale V

Character of ZAMOR , a bard-His passion for ACILOE , daughter of the Cazique who rules the valley-The Peruvian tribe prepare to defend themselves-A battle-The PERUVIANS are vanquished-ACILOE'S father is made a prisoner, and ZAMOR is supposed to have fallen in the engagement-ALPHONSO becomes enamoured of ACILOE -Offers to marry her-She rejects him-In revenge he puts her father to the torture-She appears to consent, in order to save him-Meets ZAMOR in a wood-LAS CASAS joins them-Leads the two lovers to ALPHONSO , and obtains their freedom-ZAMOR conducts ACILOE and her father to Chili-A reflection on the influence of Poetry over the human mind.

The Seamaids Music

© Ernest Myers

One moment the boy, as he wanderd by night

Where the far spreading foam in the moonbeam was white,

Sonnet LXXVIII. Snowdrops

© Charlotte Turner Smith

WAN Heralds of the sun and summer gale!
That seem just fallen from infant Zephyrs' wing;
Not now, as once, with heart revived I hail
Your modest buds, that for the brow of Spring

Poem Read At The Dinner Given To The Author By The Medical Profession Of The City Of New York, April

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Good was the dinner, better was the talk;
Some whispered, devious was the homeward walk;
The story came from some reporting spy,
They lie, those fellows, oh, how they do lie!
Not ours those foot-tracks in the new-fallen snow,
Poets and sages never zigzagged so!

The Wattle Tree

© Dora Wilcox

Winter is not yet gone - but now
The birds are carolling from the bough.
And the mist has rolled away
Leaving more beautiful the day.
The sun is out - O come with me
To look upon the wattle tree!

Le Faune

An ancient terra-cotta Faun,
A laughing note in 'mid the green,
Grins at us from the central lawn,
With secret and sarcastic mien.

The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts

Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.

Sleep And Poetry

© John Keats

As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese
Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese. ~ Chaucer