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Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 01 - Proem
© Lucretius
O who can build with puissant breast a song
Worthy the majesty of these great finds?
Ode to Captain Paery
© Thomas Hood
Paery, my man! has thy brave leg
Yet struck its foot against the peg
On which the world is spun?
Or hast thou found No Thoroughfare
Writ by the hand of Nature there
Where man has never run!
Ogrin The Hermit
© Edith Wharton
Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth
This tale to them that sought him in the extreme
Ancient grey wood where he and silence housed:
Occasion'd By Seeing The Honourable --- Treat A Person Of Merit With Insolence
© Mary Barber
Contented in my humble State,
I look with Pity on the Great;
Who only Birth, or Wealth, respect,
And treat true Merit with neglect.
On The Consequences Of Happy Marriages
© George Moses Horton
Hail happy pair from whom such raptures rise,
On whom I gaze with pleasure and surprize;
From thy bright rays the gloom of strife is driven,
For all the smiles of mutual love are Heaven.
On the Memory of Mr. Edward King, Drown'd in the Irish Seas
© John Cleveland
I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize
His artificial grief that scans his eyes;
Our Fear
© Zbigniew Herbert
Our fear
does not wear a night shirt
does not have owls eyes
does not lift a casket lid
does not extinguish a candle
On The Medusa Of Leonardo da Vinci In The Florentine Gallery
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky,
Upon the cloudy mountain-peak supine;
Below, far lands are seen tremblingly;
Out Of The Night That Covers Me
© William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
On A Prospect Of T'ai-shan
© Du Fu
How is one to describe this king of mountains? Throught the whole of Ch'i and
Lu one never loses sight of its greenness. In it the Creator has concentrated
all that is numinous and beautiful. Its northern and southern slopes divide the
dawn from the dark. The layered clouds begin at the climber's heaving chest,
Ode to Health, 1730
© William Shenstone
O Health! capricious maid!
Why dost thou shun my peaceful bower,
Where I had hope to share thy power,
And bless thy lasting aid?
Our Banker
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
OLD TIME, in whose bank we deposit our notes,
Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats;
He keeps all his customers still in arrears
By lending them minutes and charging them years.
Oh! He's Nothing But A Soldier
© Anonymous
"Oh! he's nothing but a soldier,"
But he's coming here tonight,
"O Lord, the hope of Israel"
© Henry Vaughan
O Lord, the hope of Israel, all they that forsake
Thee shall be ashamed ; and they that depart from
One Ran Before
© Yvor Winters
I could tell
Of silence where
One ran before
Himself and fell
Into silence
Yet more fair.
O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art
© William Wordsworth
O Nightingale! thou surely art
A creature of a "fiery heart":-
Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 05 - Origins Of Vegetable And Animal Life
© Lucretius
And now to what remains!- Since I've resolved
By what arrangements all things come to pass
Octopus
© Arthur Clement Hilton
By Algernon Charles Sin-Burn
Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed,
