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Lara. A Tale

© George Gordon Byron

Proud Otho on the instant, reddening, threw
His glove on earth, and forth his sabre flew.
"The last alternative befits me best,
And thus I answer for mine absent guest."

Spring On Mattagmi

© Duncan Campbell Scott

Far in the east the rain-clouds sweep and harry,

Down the long haggard hills, formless and low,

The Mountain Of The Lovers

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I.
LOVE scorns degrees! the low he lifteth high,
The high he draweth down to that fair plain
Whereon, in his divine equality,

'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 6

© Publius Vergilius Maro

HE said, and wept; then spread his sails before

The winds, and reachd at length the Cumæan shore:

To A Lady, Who Invited The Author Into The Country.

I grieve your Brother has the Gout;
Tho' he's so stoically stout,
I've heard him mourn his Loss of Pain,
And wish it in his Feet again.
What Woe poor Mortals must endure,
When Anguish is their only Cure!

In The Harbour: Decoration Day

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest
On this Field of the Grounded Arms,
Where foes no more molest,
Nor sentry's shot alarms!

Orlando Furioso Canto 9

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

So far Orlando wends, he comes to where

Through Liberty To Light

© Alfred Austin

Fixed is my Faith, the lingering dawn despite,
That still we move through Liberty to Light.
The Human Tragedy.

On The Road To Waterloo: 17 October (En Vigilante, 2 Hours)

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

It is grey tingling azure overhead

With silver drift. Beneath, where from the green

South-West Wind In The Woodland

© George Meredith

The silence of preluded song -

AEolian silence charms the woods;

A Secret Place

© Robert Laurence Binyon

O my peace, O well
So deep no thought could sound it,
Whence arose thy spell
When in my heart I found it?

For The Commemoration Services

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FOUR summers coined their golden light in leaves,
Four wasteful autumns flung them to the gale,
Four winters wore the shroud the tempest weaves,
The fourth wan April weeps o'er hill and vale;

Correspondances (Correspondences)

La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles;
L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.

With A Copy of: "In Memoriam"

Dear friend, you love the poet's song,
And here is one for your regard.
You know the "melancholy bard,"
Whose grief is wise as well as strong;

A Modest Request

SCENE,--a back parlor in a certain square,
Or court, or lane,--in short, no matter where;
Time,--early morning, dear to simple souls
Who love its sunshine and its fresh-baked rolls;
Persons,--take pity on this telltale blush,
That, like the AEthiop, whispers, "Hush, oh hush!"