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Give Your Heart To The Hawks

© Robinson Jeffers

I

The apples hung until a wind at the equinox,

Drifting

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I HAVE settled at last, in a sombre nook,
In the far-off heart of the Norland hills,
There's a dark pine forest before my gates,
And behind is the voice of rills

Psalm Of The West

© Sidney Lanier

Master, Master, break this ban:
The wave lacks Thee.
Oh, is it not to widen man
Stretches the sea?
Oh, must the sea-bird's idle van
Alone be free?

Epitaph II

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low.
He woo'd and won her; and, by love made bold,
She showed him more than mortal man should know,
Then slew him lest her secret should be told.

Natures Way

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

If thou didst slip 'neath the encircling wave

And found sure death in coral groves below,

Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 04 - Absence Of Secondary Qualities

© Lucretius

Next, they who deem that feeling objects can
From feeling objects be create, and these,
In turn, from others that are wont to feel

Theres a new grace up on Boot Hill, where weve planted Rowdy Pete;
He died one evenin, sudden, with his leather on his feet;
He was Cactus Centers terror with that work of art, the Colt,
But, somehow, without warnin, he up and missed his holt.

The Road to Avernus Scene VII: Two Exhortations

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Surely, in the great beginning God made all things good, and still
That soul-sickness men call sinning entered not without His will.
Nay, our wisest have asserted that, as shade enhances light,
Evil is but good perverted, wrong is but the foil of right.

The Victories Of Love. Book II

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

II
From Lady Clitheroe To Mary Churchill

Geraint And Enid

© Alfred Tennyson

Then Enid pondered in her heart, and said:
'I will go back a little to my lord,
And I will tell him all their caitiff talk;
For, be he wroth even to slaying me,
Far liefer by his dear hand had I die,
Than that my lord should suffer loss or shame.'

A Hymn On Contentment

© Thomas Parnell

Lovely lasting Peace appear;
This World it self, if thou art here,
Is once again with Eden bless'd,
And Man contains it in his Breast.

The Creek of the Four Graves [Early Version]

© Charles Harpur

And feeling thus by habit, that poor man
Though the black shadow of untimely death
Hopelessly thickened under every stroke,
Upstruggled desperate, until at last,
One, as in mercy, gave him to the dust,
With all his sorrows.

To H. C.

© William Wordsworth

SIX YEARS OLD
O THOU! whose fancies from afar are brought;
Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel,
And fittest to unutterable thought

The Fisherman

Along a stream that raced and ran
Through tangled trees and over stones,
That long had heard the pipes o' Pan
And shared the joys that nature owns,
I met a fellow fisherman,
Who greeted me in cheerful tones.