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A Legend Of Brittany - Part Second

© James Russell Lowell

I

As one who, from the sunshine and the green,

The Girl At The Harp.

© Arthur Henry Adams

LIKE Clotho, at her harp she sits and weaves
With mystic fingers from the swaying strings
A melody that ever louder sings
And my charmed heart in vibrant rapture leaves

Upon the Late Storm

© Edmund Waller

[And Death of His Highness Ensuing the Same.]

We must resign! Heaven his great soul does claim

If I Forget Thee, O Jerusalem

© Jean Ingelow

'Many,' methought, 'and rich
They must have been, so long their chronicle.
Perhaps the world was fuller then of folk,
For ships at sea are few that near us now.'

Childhood

© Jose Asuncion Silva

These recollections with the scent of ferns
Are the idyll of early years
(Gregorio Gutierrez González)

Rural Elegance, An Ode to the Late Duchess of Somerset

© William Shenstone

While orient skies restore the day,
And dew-drops catch the lucid ray;
Amid the sprightly scenes of morn
Will aught the Muse inspire?
Oh! peace to yonder clamorous horn
That drowns the sacred lyre!

The Two Dreams

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

I WILL that if I say a heavy thing

Your tongues forgive me; seeing ye know that spring

King David

© Stephen Vincent Benet

David sang to his hook-nosed harp:
"The Lord God is a jealous God!
His violent vengeance is swift and sharp!
And the Lord is King above all gods!

A tale of Love and Death. And shall I say
A tale of love in deathfor all the patient eyes
That gathered darkness, watching for a son
And brother, never dreaming of the fate
The fearful fate he met alone, unknown,
Within the ruthless Australasian wastes?

Fo'c'sle Comradeship

© Harry Kemp

There's not much in the fo'c'sle of a ship
But old sea boots and chests that stand in rows
While up above a smoky lantern glows,
And hanging from a peg the oilskins drip,

The Cyclops

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

SILENUS.
ULYSSES.
CHORUS OF SATYRS.
THE CYCLOPS.

Joys of Peace

© Theocritus

And, oh! that they might till rich fields,
And that unnumbered sheep and fat
Might bleat cheerily through the plains,
And that oxen coming in herds to the stalls

How Can I Keep From Singing?

© Robert Wadsworth Lowry

My life flows on in endless song;

Above earths lamentation

The Soul That Loves God Finds Him Everywhere

O thou, by long experience tried,
Near whom no grief can long abide;
My love! how full of sweet content
I pass my years of banishment!

May Evening

So late the rustling shower was heard;
Yet now the aëry west is still.
The wet leaves flash, and lightly stirred
Great drops out of the lilac spill.

Solomon

But long expectance of a bliss delay'd
Breeds anxious doubt, and tempts the sacred maid;
Then mists arising strait repel the light,
The colour'd garden lies disguis'd with night,
A pale-horn'd crescent leads a glimm'ring throng,
And groans of absence jarr within the song.

Hail, Zaragoza! If With Unwet eye

HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye
We can approach, thy sorrow to behold,
Yet is the heart not pitiless nor cold;
Such spectacle demands not tear or sigh.