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An active kind of curse. I stood there cursed,
Confounded. I had seized and caught the sense
Of the letter, with its twenty stinging snakes,
In a moment's sweep of eyesight, and I stood
Dazed.-"Ah! not married."

NIght And Morning

© Katharine Lee Bates

THE night was loud with tumult; trees were torn

Sheer from their roots by the delirious wind;

The Burial March Of Dundee

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

Sound the fife, and cry the slogan-

Let the pibroch shake the air

Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Orion: But an understanding tacit.
You have prospered much since the day we met;
You were then a landless knight;
You now have honour and wealth, and yet
I never can serve you right.

The Enchantress

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

I FEAR Eileen, the wild Eileen--
The eyes she lifts to mine,
That laugh and laugh and never tell
The half that they divine!

Rural Morning

© John Clare

And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's earliest time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard clattering oer the green.

The Voyage

© Charles Baudelaire

À Maxime du Camp
I
For the child, in love with globe, and stamps,
the universe equals his vast appetite.

Jefferson's Daughter

© Anonymous

"It is asserted, on the authority of an American Newspaper, that the
daughter of Thomas Jefferson, late President of the United States, was
sold at New Orleans for $1,000."-Morning Chronicle.

Stars

© Emily Jane Brontë

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our Earth to joy,
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky ?

Ballad of the Breadman

© Charles Causley

Mary stood in the kitchen
Baking a loaf of bread.
An angel flew in the window
Weve a job for you, he said.

Book Eleventh: France [concluded]

© William Wordsworth

But indignation works where hope is not,
And thou, O Friend! wilt be refreshed. There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble Living and the noble Dead.

At Eleusis

I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,
When early morning's banners were unfurled.
From high Olympus, gazing on the world,
The ancient gods once saw it with delight.