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Written In A Seat At Stoke Park, Near The Vicararage-House, Then Inhabited By The Author, And Comman

© Henry James Pye

Not with more joy from the loud tempest's roar,

The dangerous billow, and more dangerous shore,

Lenore, A Tale

© Henry James Pye

LENÓRE wakes from dreams of dread

At the rosy dawn of day,

The Muses Threnodie: Fourth Muse

© Henry Adamson

This time our boat passing too nigh the land,

The whirling stream did make her run on sand;

Let us glorify, brothers, the twilight of freedom --
The great twilight year.
A weighty forest of nets is lowered
Into the bubbling waters of night.
You are rising into desolate years,
O sun, judge, people.

Letter From A Missionary Of The Methodist Episcopal Church South, In Kansas, To A Distinguished Poli

© John Greenleaf Whittier

LAST week the Lord be praised for all His mercies
To His unworthy servant! I arrived
Safe at the Mission, via Westport; where
I tarried over night, to aid in forming

A Lament for the Fairies

© Alaric Alexander Watts

O, ye have lost,

Mountains, and moors, and meads, the radiant throng

Australasia

© William Charles Wentworth

Hadst thou, old Cynic, seen this unclad crew
Stretch their bare bodies in the nightly dew,
Like hairy Satyrs, midst their Sylvan seats,
Endure both winter's frosts, and summer's heats;
Thy cloak and tub away thou wouldst have cast,
And tried, like them, to brave the piercing blast.

Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 02 - Against Teleological Concept

© Lucretius

And walking now

In his own footprints, I do follow through

To A Caged Lion

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Poor conquered monarch! though that haughty glance
Still speaks thy courage unsubdued by time,
And in the grandeur of thy sullen tread
Lives the proud spirit of thy burning clime;--
Fettered by things that shudder at thy roar,
Torn from thy pathless wilds to pace this narrow floor!

The Kalevala - Rune IX

© Elias Lönnrot

ORIGIN OF IRON.

Paracelsus: Part IV: Paracelsus Aspires

© Robert Browning

Festus.
So strange
That I must hope, indeed, your messenger
Has mingled his own fancies with the words
Purporting to be yours.

The Flowers Of Helicon

The solitudes of Helicon
Are rife with gay and scented flowers,
Shining the marble rocks upon,
Or 'mid the valley's oaken bowers;

Orlando Furioso Canto 1

CANTO 1

ARGUMENT

Ode to Music

Queen of every moving measure,

Sweetest source of purest pleasure,

Alsace-Lorraine

Yet the like aerial growths may chance be the delicate sprays,
Infant of Earth's most urgent in sap, her fierier zeal
For entry on Life's upper fields: and soul thus flourishing pays
The martyr's penance, mark for brutish in man to heel.