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The Sorcerer: Act II

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Scene-Exterior of Sir Marmaduke's mansion by moonlight. All the
peasantry are discovered asleep on the ground, as at the end
of Act I.

The ribs and terrors in the whale

© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

The ribs and terrors in the whale,
Arched over me a dismal gloom,
While all Gods sun-lit waves rolled by,
And left me deepening down to doom.

Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur

That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,
First made and latest left of all the knights,
Told, when the man was no more than a voice
In the white winter of his age, to those
With whom he dwelt, new faces, other minds.

Angellicas Lament

© Aphra Behn

Had I remained in innocent security,

I should have thought all men were born my slaves,

The Inventor

© Rudyard Kipling

Time and Space decreed his lot,
But little Man was quick to note:
When Time and Space said Man might not,
Bravely he answered, "Nay! I mote."

The Tenth Olympic Ode Of Pindar

© Henry James Pye

To Agesidamus, son of Archestratus, an Epizephyrian Locrian, on his Victory obtained by the Cæstus. ARGUMENT. The Poet begins the Ode by apologising to Agesidamus, for having so long delayed composing it, after promising to do it. He then compliments him upon his country, and consoles him for being worsted at the beginning of the contest, till encouraged by Ilias, by relating the same circumstance of Hercules and Patroclus. He then describes the institution of the Olympic Games, by Hercules, after the victory he obtained over Augeas, and the sons of Neptune and Molione; and enumerates those who won the first Prizes in the Athletic Exercises. He then, returning to Agesidamus, and congratulating him on having a Poet to sing his exploits, though after some delay, concludes with praising him for his strength and beauty.

STROPHE I.

waiting on the mayflower

© Evie Shockley

“what, to the american slave, is your 4th of july?”
—frederick douglass

The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Second

© Mark Akenside

Till all its orbs and all its worlds of fire
Be loosen'd from their seats; yet still serene,
The unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck;
And ever stronger as the storms advance,
Firm through the closing ruin holds his way,
Where nature calls him to the destin'd goal.

First Verses

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

TRANSLATION FROM THE ENEID, BOOK I.

THE god looked out upon the troubled deep

Written at an Inn at Henley

© William Shenstone

To thee, fair Freedom! I retire,
From flattery, cards, and dice, and din;
Nor art thou found in mansions higher
Than the low cot, or humble inn.

America

© Herman Melville

I

Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand

Memorial Verses April 1850

© Matthew Arnold

Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece,
Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease.
But one such death remain'd to come;
The last poetic voice is dumb
We stand to-day by Wordsworth's tomb.

To Lysander

© Aphra Behn

(On some Verses he writ, and asking more for his Heart than ‘twas worth.)
I
Take back that Heart, you with such Caution give,
Take the fond valu’d Trifle back;
I hate Love-Merchants that a Trade wou’d drive
And meanly cunning Bargains make.