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Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Septimus

© John Gower

Que favet ad vicium vetus hec modo regula confert,
Nec novus e contra qui docet ordo placet.
Cecus amor dudum nondum sua lumina cepit,
Quo Venus impositum devia fallit iter.

On The Same (On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From Keats)

© James Henry Leigh Hunt

It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind,
Thus to be topped with leaves; -- to have a sense
Of honour-shaded thought,-- an influence
As from great nature's fingers, and be twined

Carmen Seculare. For the Year 1700. To The King

© Matthew Prior

Thy elder Look, Great Janus, cast

Into the long Records of Ages past:

Boats In A Fog

© Robinson Jeffers

Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers,

The exuberant voices of music,

Now Is Past

© John Clare

_Now_ is past--the happy _now_

When we together roved

If the final good
Of ages and their anguished sacrifice
May be destroyed by villany and gold
Procured by villany. Enough of grief!
Turn loose life's carnival, for those who miss
The flesh's lust, have lost the all in all!

Hunger

© Arthur Rimbaud

Beneath the bush a wolf will howl, Spitting bright feathers
From his feast of fowl: Like him, I devour myself.
Waiting to be gathered, Fruits and grasses spend their hours;
The spider spinning in the hedge, Eats only flowers.
Let me sleep! Let me boil, On the altars of Solomon;
Let me soak the rusty soil, And flow into Kendron.

A Dialogue At Fiesole

© Alfred Austin

HE.
Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seat
Is for your queenliness a natural throne;
As I am fitly couched on this low sward,
Here at your feet.

Epilogue--To The Poet's Sitter

© Francis Thompson

Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.

A Friend

© Lionel Pigot Johnson

All, that he came to give,
He gave, and went again:
I have seen one man live,
I have seen one man reign,
With all the graces in his train.

Custer: Book Second

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I

Oh, for the power to call to aid, of mine

Sonnet XVII: Beauty's Pageant

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

What dawn-pulse at the heart of heaven, or last

Incarnate flower of culminating day,

The Nightingale and Glow-worm

© William Cowper

Those Christians best deserve the name,
Who studiously make peace their aim;
Peace, both the duty and the prize
Of him that creeps and him that flies.

To the Memory of a young Commander slain in a Battle with the Indians, 1724.

© Mather Byles

I.
While rosey Cheeks their Bloom confess,
And Youth thy Bosom warms,
Let Vertue, and let Knowledge dress,
Thy Mind in brighter Charms.

For The Burns Centennial Celebration

His birthday.--Nay, we need not speak
The name each heart is beating,--
Each glistening eye and flushing cheek
In light and flame repeating!

A True Tale

© Mary Barber

Of Scripture--Heroes she would tell,
Whose Names they lisp'd, ere they could spell:
The Mother then, delighted, smiles;
And shews the Story on the Tiles.