Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind
Which from thy wilds even now methinks I feel,
Chasing the clouds that roll in wrath behind,
And tightening the soul's laxest nerves to steel;

On The Death Of His Mother

© James Thomson

Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,

Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;

Ode A La Fortune

© Jean-Baptiste Rousseau

Fortine dont la main couronne

Les forfaits les plus inouis,

Off Shore

© Celia Thaxter

Rock, little boat, beneath the quiet sky,
Only the stars behold us where we lie, -
Only the stars and yonder brightening moon

Overruled

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The threads our hands in blindness spin
No self-determined plan weaves in;
The shuttle of the unseen powers
Works out a pattern not as ours.

Outward Bound

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

OUT upon the unknown deep,
Where the unheard oceans sound,
Where the unseen islands sleep,--
Outward bound.

One Day In December

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Every dog has his day.

Well, dear, do you remember,

THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN A MORNING PAPER:
'Our nation's foes lament on Fox's death,
But bless the hour when PITT resign'd his breath:
These feelings wide, let sense and truth unclue,
We give the palm where Justice points its due.'

Only to Live

© Francis William Bourdillon

Only to live! There nothing is more sweet.
Only to live! There nothing is more bitter.
Only to live, when flowers are at the feet
And overhead the happy swallows twitter.

Open Door

© Paul Eluard

Life is truly kind
Come to me, if I go to you its a game,
The angels of bouquets grant the flowers a change of hue.

Ode To Apollo

© John Keats

3.
Then, through thy Temple wide, melodious swells
The sweet majestic tone of Maro's lyre:
The soul delighted on each accent dwells,--
Enraptur'd dwells,--not daring to respire,
The while he tells of grief around a funeral pyre.

Ophelia

On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping
White Ophelia floats like a great lily ;
Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils…
- In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort.