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Scraps

© James Whitcomb Riley

There's a habit I have nurtured,

From the sentimental time

" As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest"

© William Wordsworth

As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest

While from the Papal Unity there came,

The Unseen Infinite

© Sri Aurobindo

Arisen to voiceless unattainable peaks
I meet no end, for all is boundless He,
An absolute Joy the wide-winged spirit seeks,
A Might, a Presence, an Eternity.

Joy In Martyrdom

© William Cowper

Sweet tenants of this grove!

Who sing without design,

Naples And Venice

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Thou, who to that lofty terrace, lov'st on summer--eve to go,
Tell me, Poet! what Thou seest,--what Thou hearest, there below!

Sir Hornbook

© Thomas Love Peacock

O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprung
With ardent hopes elate,
And loudly blew the horn that hung
Before Sir Hornbook's gate.

The First Part: Sonnet 2 - I know that all beneath the moon decays

© William Henry Drummond

I know that all beneath the moon decays

And what by mortals in this world is brought,

The Second Hymn Of Callimachus. To Apollo

© Matthew Prior

Hah! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree,

And all the cavern shakes! Far off, far off,

Verses I

© Charlotte Turner Smith

INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN PREFIXED TO THE NOVEL
OF EMMELINE, BUT THEN SUPPRESSED.
O'ERWHELM'D with sorrow, and sustaining long
"The proud man's contumely, th' oppressor's wrong,"

Sonnet XI. The Printing-Press.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

IN boyhood's days we read with keen delight
How young Aladdin rubbed his lamp and raised
The towering Djin whose form his soul amazed,
Yet who was pledged to serve him day and night.

Orlando Furioso Canto 11

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Assisted by the magic ring she wears,

Moses On The Nile

© Victor Marie Hugo

"Sisters! the wave is freshest in the ray

Of the young morning; the reapers are asleep;

Thanks

HER griefs were the hours

When my struggle was sore,--

The Enchantment

© Thomas Otway

I did but look and love awhile,
Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.

Age And Song (to Barry Cornwall)

In vain men tell us time can alter
Old loves or make old memories falter,
That with the old year the old year's life closes.
The old dew still falls on the old sweet flowers,
The old sun revives the new-fledged hours,
The old summer rears the new-born roses.

War And PeaceA Poem

Thou, whose lov'd presence and benignant smile
Has beam'd effulgence on this favour'd isle;
Thou! the fair seraph, in immortal state,
Thron'd on the rainbow, heaven's emblazon'd gate;
Thou! whose mild whispers in the summer-breeze
Control the storm, and undulate the seas;