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The Reef

© Aldous Huxley

My green aquarium of phantom fish,
Goggling in on me through the misty panes;
My rotting leaves and fields spongy with rains;
My few clear quiet autumn days--I wish

The "William P. Frye"

© Jeanne Robert Foster

I saw her first abreast the Boston Light
At anchor; she had just come in, turned head,
And sent her hawsers creaking, clattering down.
I was so near to where the hawse-pipes fed

... Fresh from bathing in orient fountains,
In wells of rock water and snow,
Comes the Dawn with her pearl-brimming fingers
O'er the thyme and the pines of yon mountain;
Where she steps young blossoms fresh blow....

Invocation to the Social Muse

© Archibald MacLeish

It is true also that we here are Americans:
That we use the machines: that a sight of the god is unusual:
That more people have more thoughts: that there are

The Love Of Narcissus

© Alice Meynell

His dreams are far among the silent hills;
His vague voice calls him from the darkened plain
With winds at night; strange recognition thrills
His lonely heart with piercing love and pain;
He knows his sweet mirth in the mountain rills,
His weary tears that touch him with the rain.

Pipes O' Pan At Zekesbury

© James Whitcomb Riley

The pipes of Pan! Not idler now are they

Than when their cunning fashioner first blew

Grown about by Fragrant Bushes

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Grown about by fragrant bushes,

Sunken in a winding valley,

The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto III

© Richard Savage

Ye traytors, tyrants, fear his stinging lay!
Ye pow'rs unlov'd, unpity'd in decay!
But know, to you sweet-blossom'd Fame he brings,
Ye heroes, patriots, and paternal kings!

Idyll I. The Death of Daphnis

© Theocritus

GOATHERD.
Shepherd, thy lay is as the noise of streams
Falling and falling aye from yon tall crag.
If for their meed the Muses claim the ewe,
Be thine the stall-fed lamb; or if they choose
The lamb, take thou the scarce less-valued ewe.

Lancelot And Elaine

© Alfred Tennyson

How came the lily maid by that good shield
Of Lancelot, she that knew not even his name?
He left it with her, when he rode to tilt
For the great diamond in the diamond jousts,
Which Arthur had ordained, and by that name
Had named them, since a diamond was the prize.

Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,

Such tents the Patriarchs loved! O long unharmed

To Mr. H. Lawes, On His Airs

© Patrick Kavanagh

Harry, whose tuneful and well-measured song

First taught our English music how to span

R.b.

It was April we left Lemnos, shining sea and snow-white camp,
Passing onward into darkness. Lemnos shone a golden lamp,
As a low harp tells of thunder, so the lovely Lemnos air
Whispered of the dawn and battle; and we left a comrade there.

Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn

© John Donne

I

HAIL sun-beams in the east are spread ;

The Troubadour. Canto 4

But he was safe!--that very day
Farewell, it had been her's to say;
And he was gone to his own land,
To seek another maiden's hand.

The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies have Fall'n

Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: they came,
The woodmen with their axes: lo the tree!
But we will make it faggots for the hearth,
And shape it plank and beam for roof and floor,
And boats and bridges for the use of men.

Flower Of Aloe

© Edith Nesbit

HOW can I tell you how I love you, dear?
There is no music now the world is old;
The songs have all been sung, the tales all told
Broken the vows are all this many a year.