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The Bard

© William Gilmore Simms

Where dwells the spirit of the Bard-what sky

Persuades his daring wing,-

They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger or honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evening; and they know no songs.

Dawn In Summer

© James Thomson

When now no more th' alternate twins are fired,

And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,

The Ring And The Book - Chapter III - The Other Half-Rome

© Robert Browning

ANOTHER DAY that finds her living yet,

Little Pompilia, with the patient brow

Italy : 19. Foscari

© Samuel Rogers

Let us lift up the curtain, and observe
What passes in that chamber. Now a sigh,
And now a groan is heard. Then all is still.
Twenty are sitting as in judgement there;

The Art Of War. Book II.

© Henry James Pye

The season form'd to fan more pleasing fires,
Parent of blooming hopes and young desires,
When smiling Graces every flower combine,
The blooming wreaths of Love and Peace to twine,
Tempts only now to scenes of blood and death
The daring Warrior urg'd by Glory's breath.

The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XXI: Abel Keene

© George Crabbe

merchant's son,
Choice spirits all, who wish'd him to be one;
It must, no question, give them lively joy,
Hopes long indulged to combat and destroy;
At these they levelled all their skill and

Jaspar

© Robert Southey

Jaspar was poor, and want and vice
Had made his heart like stone,
And Jaspar look'd with envious eyes
On riches not his own.

The Value Of Friendship

© Confucius

The woodmen's blows responsive ring,

As on the trees they fall;

The Gardens

© Emile Verhaeren

The landscape now reveals a change;
A stair--that twinèd elm-boughs hold
Enclosed 'mid hedges mystic, strange--
Inaugurates a green and gold
Vision of gardens, range on range.

The Helmsman

© Henry Kendall

LIKE one who meets a staggering blow,
The stout old ship doth reel,
And waters vast go seething past
But will it last, this fearful blast,
On straining shroud and groaning mast,
O sailor at the wheel?

My Castle In Spain

© John Hay

There was never a castle seen

So fair as mine in Spain:

A Story Of Doom: Book I.

© Jean Ingelow

Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee,
My master, unto whom is my desire,
The father of my sons?" He answered her,
"Mother of many children, I have heard
The Voice again." "Ah, me!" she saith, "ah, me!
What spake it?" and with that Niloiya sighed.

The Civil Wars (excerpts)

XXXVI

The swift approach and unexpected speed

"The City of Brass"

In a land that the sand overlays the ways to her gates are untrod
A multitude ended their days whose gates were made splendid by God,
Till they grew drunk and were smitten with madness and went to their fall,
And of these is a story written: but Allah Alone knoweth all!