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'I Cannot Forget with what Fervid Devotion'

© William Cullen Bryant

I cannot forget with what fervid devotion
I worshipped the vision of verse and of fame.
Each gaze at the glories of earth, sky, and ocean,
To my kindled emotions, was wind over flame.

A Little Scraping

© Robinson Jeffers

True, the time, to one who does not love farce,

And if misery must be prefers it nobler, shows apparent vices;

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - June

© George MacDonald

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FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goes

Sonnet LXV

© William Shakespeare

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

Sonnet LV

© William Shakespeare

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time.

The Lily Of The Valley

© Per Daniel Amadeus Atterbom

O'er hill and dale the welcome news is flying
That summer's drawing near;
Out of my thicket cool, my cranny hidden,
Around I shyly peer.

November

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WITHIN the deep-blue eyes of Heaven a haze
Of saddened passion dims their tender light,
For that her fair queen-child, the Summer bright,
Lies a wan corse amidst her mouldering bays:

Feelings Excited By Some Military Maneuvers At Verona

© Richard Monckton Milnes

What is the lesson I have brought away,
After the moment's palpitating glee?
What has this pomp of men, this strong array
Of thousands and ten thousands been to me?

Artegal And Elidure

© William Wordsworth

WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle,

For his paternal Gods, the Trojan raised?

Sonnet CXXXIX

© William Shakespeare

O, call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
Use power with power and slay me not by art.

Sonnet CXXXI

© William Shakespeare

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.

Conar was mighty in war. Caul
was the friend of strangers. His gates
were open to all; midnight darkened
not on his barred door. Both lived upon
the sons of the mountains. Their bow
was the support of the poor.

The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Dedication

RYDAL MOUNT, WESTMORELAND,
April , 1815.
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The Ghost - Book II

A sacred standard rule we find,

By poets held time out of mind,

Sonnet CXXVII

In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:

Sonnet CXXVI

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;