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Ode--'On A Distant Prospect' Of Making A Fortune
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Now the "rosy morn appearing"
Floods with light the dazzled heaven;
And the schoolboy groans on hearing
That eternal clock strike seven:-
Ode - So dear my Lucio is to me
© William Shenstone
So dear my Lucio is to me,
So well our minds and tempers blend,
That seasons may for ever flee,
And ne'er divide me from my friend;
But let the favour'd boy forbear
To tempt with love my only fair.
On Carpaccio's Picture
© Amy Lowell
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor
From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight,
On Tradition
© Franklin Pierce Adams
LINES PROVOKED BY HEARING A YOUNG MAN WHISTLING
No carmine radical in Art,
Olney Hymn 59: A Living And A Dead Faith
© William Cowper
The Lord receives his highest praise
From humble minds and hearts sincere;
While all the loud professor says
Offends the righteous Judge's ear.
On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer. An Elegiacall Epitaph
© Richard Lovelace
You that shall live awhile, before
Old time tyrs, and is no more:
When that this ambitious stone
Stoopes low as what it tramples on:
On fidelity
© Ovid
I don't ask you to be faithful - you're beautiful, after all -
but just that I be spared the pain of knowing.
Our River
© John Greenleaf Whittier
FOR A SUMMER FESTIVAL AT "THE LAURELS" ON THE MERRIMAC.
Once more on yonder laurelled height
Olney Hymn 21: Sardis
© William Cowper
"Write to Sardis," saith the Lord,
"And write what He declares,
Of Beauty and Duty
© Dante Alighieri
TWO ladies to the summit of my mind
Have clomb, to hold an argument of love.
The one has wisdom with her from above,
For every noblest virtue well designed:
Olney Hymn 61: The Narrow Way
© William Cowper
What thousands never knew the road!
What thousands hate it when 'tis known!
None but the chosen tribes of God
Will seek or choose it for their own.
Ode To Heaven
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The [living frame which sustains my soul]
Is [sinking beneath the fierce control]
Down through the lampless deep of song
I am drawn and driven along
Once Below A Time
© Dylan Thomas
My silly suit, hardly yet suffered for,
Around some coffin carrying
Birdman or told ghost I hung.
And the owl hood, the heel hider,
Claw fold and hole for the rotten
Head, deceived, I believed, my maker,
On An Anniversary
© John Millington Synge
[After reading the dates in a book of Lyrics.]
With Fifteen-ninety or Sixteen-sixteen
On General Lawrence
© Hannah More
Born to command to conquer, and to spare,
As mercy mild, yet terrible as war,
Ode
© William Wordsworth
I
IMAGINATION--ne'er before content,
But aye ascending, restless in her pride
From all that martial feats could yield
O Navio Negreiro Part 3. (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Desce do espaço imenso, ó aguia do oceano!
Desce mais… inda mais… nao pode olhar humano
Como o teu mergulhar no brigue voador!
Mas que vejo eu ai… Que quadro d'amarguras!
É canto funeral!… Que tétricas figuras!…
Que cena infame e vil… Meu Deus! Meu Deus! Que horror!
