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Baucis And Philemon

© Jonathan Swift

IN ancient times, as story tells,
The saints would often leave their cells,
And stroll about, but hide their quality,
To try good people's hospitality.

An Instance Of Dyspepsia

© Eli Siegel

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There is a man of fifty-four years;
He has dyspepsia, it appears;
He chooses his food carefully,

On The Death Of Canon Kingsley

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

MORTALS there are who seem, all over, flame,
Vitalized radiance, keen, intense, and high,
Whose souls, like planets in it dominant sky,
Burn with full forces of eternity:

Songs of the Winter Nights

© George MacDonald

Back shining from the pane, the fire
Seems outside in the snow:
So love set free from love's desire
Lights grief of long ago.

The Church-Porch. Perirrhanterium

Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhance
Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,
Hearken unto a Vesper, who may chance
Ryme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure:
A verse may finde him who a sermon flies,
And turn delight into a sacrifice.

Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto I

© Samuel Butler

But she, who well enough knew what
(Before he spoke) he would be at,
Pretended not to apprehend
The mystery of what he mean'd;.
And therefore wish'd him to expound
His dark expressions, less profound.

The Columbiad: Book IV

© Joel Barlow

Yet must we mark, the bondage of the mind
Spreads deeper glooms, and subj ugates mankind;
The zealots fierce, whom local creeds enrage,
In holy feuds perpetual combat wage,
Support all crimes by full indulgence given,
Usurp the power and wield the sword of heaven,

The Little Grand Duchess

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WHAT a pure and chastened splendor,
What a grace of joyance tender,
Like to starlight or to moonlight,
Melting into fairy Junelight,

Tale VI

© George Crabbe

need,
For habit told when all things should proceed;
Few their amusements, but when friends appear'd,
They with the world's distress their spirits

Fuscara; or, the Bee Errant

© John Cleveland

Nature's confectioner, the bee

(Whose suckets are moist alchemy,

Autumn Fears

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

The weary, dreary, dripping rain,

From morn till night, from night till morn,

Epigram On The Death Of Edward Forbes

NATURE, a jealous mistress, laid him low.
He wood and won her; and, by love made bold,
She showd him more than mortal man should know,
Then slew him lest her secret should be told.

The Poet To Nature

I have no secrets from thee, lyre sublime,
My lyre whereof I make my melody.
I sing one way like the west wind through thee,
With my whole heart, and hear thy sweet strings chime.

Canto XIII: Kung Walked

© Ezra Pound

And they said: If a man commit murder
Should his father protect him, and hide him?
And Kung said:
He should hide him.

© John Donne

TO make the doubt clear, that no woman's true,

Was it my fate to prove it strong in you?

The Legion Dispossessed

© John Newton

Legion was my name by nature,

Satan raged within my breast;

There Is A Bondage Worse, Far Worse, To Bear

THERE is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear
Than his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall,
Pent in, a Tyrant's solitary Thrall:
'Tis his who walks about in the open air,