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What matters it the spot we fill
On Earth's green sod when all is said?
When feet and hands and heart are still
And all our pulses quieted?
When hate or love can kill nor thrill,
When we are done with life and dead?

The Bridal Of Triermain

© Sir Walter Scott

Introduction.

I.

Before A Court Of Justice.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THE father's name ye ne'er shall be toldOf my darling unborn life;
"Shame, shame," ye cry, "on the strumpet bold!"Yet I'm an honest wife.To whom I'm wedded, ye ne'er shall be told,Yet he's both loving and fair;
He wears on his neck a chain of gold,And a hat of straw doth he wear.If scorn 'tis vain to seek to repel,On me let the scorn be thrown.
I know him well, and he knows me well,And to God, too, all is known.Sir Parson and Sir Bailiff, again,I pray you, leave me in peace!

Ballad Of The Banished And Returning Count.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl,
founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad,
but he never carried out his design.]

The Spagnoletto. Act IV

© Emma Lazarus

Night. RIBERA'S bedroom. RIBERA discovered in his dressing-gown,
seated reading beside a table, with a light upon it. Enter from
an open door at the back of the stage, MARIA. She stands
irresolute for a moment on the threshold behind her father,
watching him, passes her hand rapidly over her brow and eyes,
and then knocks.

The Convert.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

As at sunset I was strayingSilently the wood along,
Damon on his flute was playing,And the rocks gave back the song,
So la, Ia! &c.Softly tow'rds him then he drew me;Sweet each kiss he gave me then!
And I said, "Play once more to me!"And he kindly play'd again,

Dedication.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

By new-born flow'rs that full of dew-drops hung;
The youthful day awoke with ecstacy,
And all things quicken'd were, to quicken me.

Hero And Leander. The Third Sestiad

© George Chapman

New light gives new directions, fortunes new,

To fashion our endeavours that ensue.

Lines

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THOUGH dowered with instincts keen and high,
With burning thoughts that wooed the light,
The scornful world hath passed him by,
And left him lonelier than the night.

After Sixty Years

© Edith Nesbit

RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar

Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer

A Letter From Italy

© Joseph Addison

Salve magna parens frugum Saturnia tellus,

Magna virûm! tibi res antiquæ laudis et artis

The Vanity of Human Wishes: The Tenth Satire of Juvenal, Imitated by Samuel Johnson

© Samuel Johnson

Yet still the gen'ral Cry the Skies assails
And Gain and Grandeur load the tainted Gales;
Few know the toiling Statesman's Fear or Care,
Th' insidious Rival and the gaping Heir.

A Summer Ramble

The quiet August noon has come,
A slumberous silence fills the sky,
The fields are still, the woods are dumb,
In glassy sleep the waters lie.

Killed In Action

MY father lived his three-score years; my son lived twenty-two;
One looked long back on work well done, and one had all to do--
Yet which the better served his world, I know not, nor do you!

The Wanderer's Night-song.

THOU who comest from on high,Who all woes and sorrows stillest,
Who, for twofold misery,Hearts with twofold balsam fillest,
Would this constant strife would cease!What are pain and rapture now?
Blissful Peace,To my bosom hasten thou!1789.*

Ode To The Departing Year

I.
Spirit who sweepest the wild harp of Time!
It is most hard, with an untroubled ear
Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear!

Eclogue:--Come And Zee Us In The Zummer

Well now, I do hope we shall vind ye
Come soon, wi' your childern behind ye,
To Stowe, while o' bwoth zides o' hedges,
The zunsheen do glow in the zummer.