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The Creek of the Four Graves [Late Version]

© Charles Harpur

A settler in the olden times went forth

With four of his most bold and trusted men

The Task: Book IV. -- The Winter Evening

© William Cowper

Hark! tis the twanging horn oer yonder bridge,

That with its wearisome but needful length

Why, rapturous bird, though shades of night
Muffle the leaves and swathe the lawn,
Singest thou still with all thy might,
As though 'twere noon, as though 'twere dawn?
Silence darkens on vale and hill,
But thou, unseen, art singing still.

Of Beauty and Duty

© Dante Alighieri

TWO ladies to the summit of my mind
Have clomb, to hold an argument of love.
The one has wisdom with her from above,
For every noblest virtue well designed:

Pharsalia - Book I: The Crossing Of The Rubicon

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

First of such deeds I purpose to unfold
The causes - task immense - what drove to arms
A maddened nation, and from all the world
Struck peace away.

Sonnet VI

© Robert Louis Stevenson

As in the hostel by the bridge I sate,

Nailed with indifference fondly deemed complete,

Ode IX: At Study

© Mark Akenside

I.

Whither did my fancy stray?

Ode To Heaven

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

The [living frame which sustains my soul]
Is [sinking beneath the fierce control]
Down through the lampless deep of song
I am drawn and driven along

Ode

© William Wordsworth

I
IMAGINATION--ne'er before content,
But aye ascending, restless in her pride
From all that martial feats could yield

The Tewkesbury Road

© John Masefield

It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where,
Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why;
Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air,
Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.

Hard Weather

© George Meredith

Bursts from a rending East in flaws

The young green leaflet's harrier, sworn

A Poem Of Faith

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I think that though the clouds be dark,

That though the waves dash o'er the bark,

Fact Or Fancy?

© James Russell Lowell

In town I hear, scarce wakened yet,
My neighbor's clock behind the wall
Record the day's increasing debt,
And _Cuckoo! Cuckoo!_ faintly call.

Prayer

© Mikhail Lermontov

At life's most testing moment, when
the grieving heart's replete,
a prayer that is most potent then
I call up and repeat.

The Phantom Fleet

© Alfred Noyes

The sunset lingered in the pale green West:
In rosy wastes the low soft evening star
Woke; while the last white sea-mew sought for rest;
And tawny sails came stealing o'er the bar.

Prosopopoia : or, Mother Hubbards Tale

Yet he the name on him would rashly take,
Maugre the sacred Muses, and it make
A servant to the vile affection
Of such, as he depended most upon;
And with the sugrie sweete thereof allure
Chast Ladies eares to fantasies impure.

Recent Appearance Of A Lady

The joy of meeting one so fair,
Inspires the present stream of song;
A bonny belle,
That few excel,
And one with whom I few compare,
Though out of sight so long.