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The Streams

© John Kenyon

Two streams there were, two streams from separate founts,

Both beautiful to see, and onemost holy;

Ah God! when Beauty passes by the door,
Although she ne'er came in, the house grows bare.
Shut, shut the door; there's nothing in the house.
Why seems it always that it should be ours?
A secret lies behind which Thou dost know,
And I can partly guess.

Spleen (II)

© Charles Baudelaire

Time has gone lame, and limps; and under a thick pall
Of snow the endless years efface and muffle all;
Till boredom, fruit of the mind's inert, incurious tree,
Assumes the shape and size of immortality.

Paradise Regain'd : Book I.

© John Milton

I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung
By one man's disobedience lost, now sing
Recovered Paradise to all mankind,

Elegy VIII

© Henry James Pye

WRITTEN AT MINSTED IN THE NEW FOREST

The Four Seasons : Summer

© James Thomson

From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
He comes attended by the sultry Hours,

Extase (Ecstasy)

© Victor Marie Hugo

J'étais seul près des flots, par une nuit d'étoiles.
Pas un nuage aux cieux, sur les mers pas de voiles.
Mes yeux plongeaient plus loin que le monde réel.
Et les bois, et les monts, et toute la nature,
Semblaient interroger dans un confus murmure
Les flots des mers, les feux du ciel.

Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 07 - The Infinity Of The Universe

© Lucretius

For one thing after other will grow clear,
Nor shall the blind night rob thee of the road,
To hinder thy gaze on Nature's Farthest-forth.
Thus things for things shall kindle torches new.

The Troubadour. Canto 3

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

But sadness moved him when he gave
DE VALENCE to his lowly grave,--
The grave where the wild flowers were sleeping,
And one pale olive-tree was weeping,--
And placed the rude stone cross to show
A Christian hero lay below.

Epilogue For Mr. Lee Lewes

© Oliver Goldsmith

HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense;

I'd speak a word or two, to ease my conscience.

Voices Of The Night : Prelude

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
To lie amid some sylvan scene,
Where, the long drooping boughs between
Shadows dark and sunlight sheen
Alternate come and go;

Flora

© Charlotte Turner Smith

REMOTE from scenes, where the o'erwearied mind

Shrinks from the crimes and follies of mankind,

Bereavement Of The Fields

Soft fall the February snows, and soft
Falls on my heart the snow of wintry pain;
For never more, by wood or field or croft,
Will he we knew walk with his loved again;

A Hymn to Contentment

Lovely, lasting peace, appear!
This world itself, if thou art here,
Is once again with Eden blest,
And man contains it in his breast.

Al Aaraaf: Part 2

"My Angelo! and why of them to be?
A brighter dwelling-place is here for thee-
And greener fields than in yon world above,
And woman's loveliness- and passionate love."

Tale XVIII

THE WAGER.

Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,

Misgivings

When ocean-clouds over inland hills
Sweep storming in late autumn brown,
And horror the sodden valley fills,
And the spire falls crashing in the town,