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Of My Lady Isabella Playing The Lute
© Edmund Waller
Such moving sounds from such a careless touch,
So unconcerned herself, and we so much!
On The Benefit Received By His Majesty From Sea-Bathing, In The Year 1789
© William Cowper
O sovereign of an isle renowned
For undisputed sway
Wherever o'er yon gulf profound
Her navies wing their way;
Old-Testament Gospel
© John Newton
Israel in ancient days,
Not only had a view
Of Sinai in a blaze,
But learned the gospel too:
The types and figures were a glass
In which they saw the Saviour's face.
Old Tunes
© Sara Teasdale
As the waves of perfume, heliotrope,rose,
Float in the garden when no wind blows,
Old Age. (Sonnet IV.)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The course of my long life hath reached at last,
In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,
O Delices DAmour!
© André Marie de Chénier
O délices d'amour! et toi, molle paresse,
Vous aurez donc usé mon oisive jeunesse!
"One, Two, Three!"
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
It was an old, old, old, old lady,
And a boy that was half-past three;
And the way that they played together
Was beautiful to see.
Ode To The Setting Sun - Prelude
© Francis Thompson
The wailful sweetness of the violin
Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,
The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin
To long in aching music. Spirit-pined,
Only A Building
© Edgar Albert Guest
For it isn't the marble, nor is it the stone,
Nor is it the columns of steel,
By which is the worth of an edifice known,
But by something that's living and real.
O Moon
© Mathilde Blind
O moon, large golden summer moon,
Hanging between the linden trees,
Which in the intermittent breeze
Beat with the rhythmic pulse of June!
On The Last Epiphany (Or Christ Coming To Judgment)
© Thomas Chatterton
Behold! just coming from above,
The judge, with majesty and love!
Ode:Inscribed to W.H. Channing
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole patriot,
I cannot leave
My honeyed thought
For the priest's cant,
Or statesman's rant.
Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Clapham Academy
© Thomas Hood
Ah me! those old familiar bounds!
That classic house, those classic grounds
My pensive thought recalls!
What tender urchins now confine,
What little captives now repine,
Within yon irksome walls?
Oh, Have You E'Er Heard Of Kate Kearney
© Louisa May Alcott
"Oh, have you e'er heard of Kate Kearney?
She lives on the banks of Killarney;
From the glance of her eye,
Shun danger and fly,
For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney."
Out of Sorts
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When you find you're a broken-down critter,
Who is all of a trimmle and twitter,
On Looking Into The Eyes Of A Demon Lover
© Sylvia Plath
Here are two pupils
whose moons of black
transform to cripples
all who look:
Oreheus To Woods
© Richard Lovelace
Heark! Oh heark! you guilty trees,
In whose gloomy galleries
Was the cruell'st murder done,
That e're yet eclipst the sunne.
On a Baby Buried by the Hawkesbury
© Henry Kendall
A grace that was lent for a very few hours,
By the bountiful Spirit above us;
Outside The Village Church
© Alfred Austin
``The old Church doors stand open wide,
Though neither bells nor anthems peal.
Gazing so fondly from outside,
Why do you enter not and kneel?
