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Spanish Song

© Louisa Stuart Costello

Nay, Inez, no more persuade;

Those are sounds that to glory should move:

Susanna And Lucretia

© Samuel Boyse

Susanna, take Lucretia's boasted Place,

Superior Virtue claims superior Pow'r!

Sonnet LXXXIV. To The Muse

© Charlotte Turner Smith

WILT thou forsake me who in life's bright May
Lent warmer lustre to the radiant morn;
And even o'er summer scenes by tempests torn,
Shed with illusive light the dewy ray

Sonnet To Harriet St. Leger

© Frances Anne Kemble

Whene'er I recollect the happy time

When you and I held converse dear together,

Sunlight Soap

© William Topaz McGonagall

You can use it with great pleasure and ease

Without wasting any elbow grease;

Serenade

© Oscar Wilde

O noble pilot tell me true
Is that the sheen of golden hair?
Or is it but the tangled dew
That binds the passion-flowers there?

Spirit Voices

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

There are voices, spirit voices,

Sweetly sounding everywhere,

Song For 'Tasso'

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
I lovedalas! our life is love;
But when we cease to breathe and move
I do suppose love ceases too.

Still The Mind Smiles

© Robinson Jeffers

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions,

Knowing all the while that civilization and the other evils

O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy
For every one of the rouseabouts was a girl dressed up as a boy
Dressed up like a page in a pantomime the prettiest ever seen
They had flaxen hair they had coal black hair and every shade between

Street SceneLittle Lonsdale St.

© Lesbia Harford

I wish you'd seen that dirty little boy,

Finger at nose,

Sonnet : From The Italian Of Cavalcanti

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

GUIDO CAVALCANTI TO DANTE ALIGHIERI:
Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit
Changed thoughts and vile in thee doth weep to find:
It grieves me that thy mild and gentle mind

Song (Untitled #13)

© George Meredith

Under boughs of breathing May,
In the mild spring-time I lay,
Lonely, for I had no love;
And the sweet birds all sang for pity,
Cuckoo, lark, and dove.

Sonnet XII: The Lovers' Walk

Sweet twining hedgeflowers wind-stirred in no wise

On this June day; and hand that clings in hand:

Sonnet

Now let the draughtsman of my eyes be done
marking the line of petal and of hill.
Let the long commentary of the brain
be silent. Evening and the earth are one,

Shepherds All And Maidens Fair

© Edith Nesbit

PIPE, shepherds, pipe, the summer's ripe;

So wreathe your crooks with flowers;

Sonnet V

Even such a dream I dream, and know full well
My waking passes like a midnight spell,
But know not if my dreaming could break through
Into the deeps of heaven and of hell.
I know but this of all I would I knew:
Truth is a dream, unless my dream is true.