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Noontide Retreat of Summer As a Haunt for Meditation

© James Thomson

Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky,
A thousand shapes, or glide athwart the dusk,
Or stalk majestic on. Deep-roused, I feel
A sacred terror, a severe delight,

When All Has Been Said And Done.

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

"Perhaps it will all come right at last;
It may be, when all is done,
We shall be together in some good world,
Where to wish and to have are one."
--STODDARD.

Don Juan: Canto The Fifth

© George Gordon Byron

When amatory poets sing their loves

In liquid lines mellifluously bland,

How often in the years that close,
When truce had stilled the sieging gun,
The soldiers, mounting on their works,
With mutual curious glance have run
From face to face along the fronting show,
And kinsman spied, or friend--even in a foe.

Love

© Sir Walter Scott

In peace, Love tunes the shepherds reed;
In war, he mounts the warriors steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green.

The Ringlet

© Caroline Norton

Change!--thou wert all life's scenery:
To me, the billowy, bounding wave--
The wide green earth--the far blue sky,
Form but the landscape of thy grave!

Sonnett - XIII

© James Russell Lowell

Beloved, in the noisy city here,

The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease;

A Ballad Of Nursery Rhyme

© Robert Graves

Strawberries that in gardens grow
Are plump and juicy fine,
But sweeter far as wise men know
Spring from the woodland vine.

Forbidden Speech

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

The passion you forbade my lips to utter
Will not be silenced. You must hear it in
The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter:
And when the tempest nears, with wail and din,
I know your calm forgetfulness is broken,
And to your heart you whisper, "He has spoken."

At The Fall Of An Age

© Robinson Jeffers

(The story of Achilles rising from the dead for love of Helen

is well enough known. That of Polyxo's vengeance may be less

Regret For The Departure Of Friends

© George Moses Horton

As smoke from a volcano soars in the air,
The soul of man discontent mounts from a sigh,
Exhaled as to heaven in mystical prayer,
Invoking that love which forbids him to die.

The Lord of the Isles: Canto IV.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

Stranger! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced

Stanzas For Music

I trust the happy hour will come,
That shall to peace thy breast restore;
And that we two, beloved friend,
Shall one day meet to part no more.

A Parson's Letter To A Young Poet

© Jean Ingelow

They said: "We, rich by him, are rich by more;
One Aeschylus found watchfires on a hill
That lit Old Night's three daughters to their work;
When the forlorn Fate leaned to their red light
And sat a-spinning, to her feet he came
And marked her till she span off all her thread.

Spectral Lovers

By night they haunted a thicket of April mist,
Out of that black ground suddenly come to birth,
Else angels lost in each other and fallen on earth.
Lovers they knew they were, but why unclasped, unkissed?
Why should two lovers be frozen apart in fear?
And yet they were, they were.

The Last Tournament

To whom the King, `Peace to thine eagle-borne
Dead nestling, and this honour after death,
Following thy will! but, O my Queen, I muse
Why ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone
Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn,
And Lancelot won, methought, for thee to wear.'