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Julian and Maddalo : A Conversation

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow
Of Adria towards Venice: a bare strand
Of hillocks, heaped from ever-shifting sand,

Farewell to Ravelrig

© James Thomson

Sweet Ravelrig, I ne'er could part
From thee, but wi' a dowie heart.
When I think on the happy days
I spent in youth about your braes,

Ye Mariners of England

© Thomas Campbell

1 Ye Mariners of England
2 That guard our native seas,
3 Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
4 The battle and the breeze--

Hymn For The Class-Meeting

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

THOU Gracious Power, whose mercy lends
The light of home, the smile of friends,
Our gathered flock thine arms infold
As in the peaceful days of old.

To the Evening Star

© Thomas Campbell

Star that bringest home the bee,
And settst the weary labourer free!
If any star shed peace, tis thou,
That send st it from above,
Appearing when Heavens breath and brow
Are sweet as hers we love.

Athens: An Ode

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

ERE from under earth again like fire the violet kindle, [Str. I.

Ere the holy buds and hoar on olive-branches bloom,

Gertrude of Wyoming

© Thomas Campbell

PART IOn Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming!
Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall,
And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring,
Of what thy gentle people did befall;

The Battle of the Baltic

© Thomas Campbell

Of Nelson and the North
Sing the glorious day's renown,
When to battle fierce came forth
All the might of Denmark's crown,

XI: Epode

© Benjamin Jonson

Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state,

Is vertue, and not Fate:

The Children of Lir

© Katharine Tynan

Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;
Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;
Overhead the sunset fire and flame amasses
And the moon to eastward rises pale and cool.

"I come," the stranger said, "from fields of fame,
A Saxon born, and Aribert my name.
I come from Devon's shores, where Devon's lord
Waves o'er the prostrate Dane the British sword.
Freedom might yet revisit Britain's coast,
Did Alfred live to lead her victor host."

St. Francis and the Birds

© Katharine Tynan

Little sisters, the birds:
We must praise God, you and I
You, with songs that fill the sky,
I, with halting words.

Ode V: Against Suspicion

© Mark Akenside

I.

Oh fly! 'tis dire Suspicion's mien;

The Task: Book II. -- The Time-Piece

© William Cowper

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.

An Epicedium

HE left his home with a bounding heart,

For the world was all before him;

Song to the Evening Star

Star that bringest home the bee,

And sett'st the weary labourer free!

After a Tempest

The day had been a day of wind and storm;--
The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,--
And stooping from the zenith, bright and warm
Shone the great sun on the wide earth at last.

In The Waste Hour

Nay, there were we,
Her five strong sons!
To her Death came--the great Deliverer came! -
As equal comes to equal, throne to throne.
She was a mother of men.