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The Deer-Stone

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

And in a hollowed stone it shed
Its milk so warm and white,
And then, all timid, stood apart
To watch the babe's delight.

Sonnett - II

© James Russell Lowell

What were I, Love, if I were stripped of thee,

If thine eyes shut me out whereby I live.

On storm-struck deck, wind sirens caterwaul;
With each tilt, shock and shudder, our blunt ship
Cleaves forward into fury; dark as anger,
Waves wallop, assaulting the stubborn hull.
Flayed by spray, we take the challenge up,
Grip the rail, squint ahead, and wonder how much longer

From 'The Hills Of Life'

© Albert Durrant Watson

ERE yet the dawn
Pushed rosy fingers up the arch of day
And smiled its promise to the voiceless prime,
Love sat and patterns wove at life's great loom.

The Shadows On The Wall

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WHAT mournful influence chills my soul to-night?
I watch the expiring flames that fade and fall,
From which outleap vague shafts of arrowy light,
Pursued by spectral shadows on the wall.

A Congratulatory Poem

© Aphra Behn

All that is Wit, all that is Eloquence.
The Births of finest Thought and Noblest Sense,
Easie and Natural from your Language break,

A Question

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

I.
SOUL, spirit, genius--which thou art--that whence
I know not, rose upon this mortal frame
Like the sun o'er the mountains, all aflame,

Mother Earth

© Henry Van Dyke

Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,

Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field,

On ------ Embroydring

© Thomas Parnell

How justly art when Cælia aids so well

Contends her ms nature to excell

A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton

© James Thomson

And what new wonders can ye show your guest!
Who, while on this dim spot, where mortals toil
Clouded in dust, from motion's simple laws,
Could trace the secret hand of Providence,
Wide-working through this universal frame.

The Cathedral

© James Russell Lowell

Far through the memory shines a happy day,

Cloudless of care, down-shod to every sense,

Italy : 4. The Great St. Bernard

© Samuel Rogers

Night was again descending, when my mule,
That all day long had climbed among the clouds,
Higher and higher still, as by a stair
Let down from heaven itself, transporting me,

The Maid of Gerringong

Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,

With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,

An Essay on Man: Epistle II

Superior beings, when of late they saw
A mortal Man unfold all Nature's law,
Admir'd such wisdom in an earthly shape,
And showed a Newton as we shew an Ape.

Sonnet XIX

Beauty and love let no one separate,

Whom exact Nature did to each other fit,

A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634. (Comus)

© John Milton

The Scene changes to a stately palace, set out with all manner of
deliciousness: soft music, tables spread with all dainties. Comus
appears with his rabble, and the LADY set in an enchanted chair;
to
whom he offers his glass; which she puts by, and goes about to
rise.

Inside And Outside

© Allen Tate

For look you how her body stiffly lies
Just as she left it, unprepared to stay,
The posture waiting on the sleeping eyes,
While the body's life, deep as a covered well,
Instinctive as the wind, busy as May,
Burns out a secret passageway to hell.