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Sonnets LLXXI:LXXII:LXXIII: The Choice
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I
Eat thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die.
Sonnet XLI: When Men Shall Find
© Samuel Daniel
When men shall find thy flower, thy glory pass,
And thou with carefull brow sitting alone,
Scenes In London I - Piccadilly
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
THE sun is on the crowded street,
It kindles those old towers;
Where England's noblest memories meet,
Of old historic hours.
Since We Must Die
© Alfred Austin
Though we must die, I would not die
When fields are brown and bleak,
Spoken Extempore, To The Right Honourable The Lady Barbara North
© Mary Barber
This Present from a lovely Dame,
Fair and unsully'd, as her Fame,
Shall to Hibernia be convey'd,
Where once, rever'd, her Father sway'd;
And taught the drooping Arts to smile,
And with his Virtues bless'd our Isle.
Song (Untitled #12)
© George Meredith
Should thy love die;
O bury it not under ice-blue eyes!
And lips that deny,
With a scornful surprise,
The life it once lived in thy breast when it wore no disguise.
Sonnet XII: My Spotless Love
© Samuel Daniel
My spotless love hovers with white wings
About the temple of the proudest frame,
Suffering
© Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
Oh life,
I did not know before
How much I dreaded
Your grip
That strangles
Ruthless.
Shapes And Signs
© James Clarence Mangan
I SEE black dragons mount the sky,
I see earth yawn beneath my feet -
"Stretching taut the silken threads"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Stretching taut the silken threads
On a mother-of-pearl shuttle,
O, lithe fingers, begin
Your fascinating lesson.
Storm Song
© James Bayard Taylor
The clouds are scudding across the moon;
A misty light is on the sea;
The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune,
And the foam is flying free.
Sir John
© George Borrow
Sir Lave to the island stray'd;
He wedded there a lovely maid:
"I'll have her yet," said John.
Sonnet XIV
© Caroline Norton
OH! crystal eyes, in which my image lay
While I was near, as in a fountain's wave;
Let it not in like manner pass away
When I am gone; for I am Love's true slave,
Second Sunday After Epiphany
© John Keble
The heart of childhood is all mirth:
We frolic to and fro
As free and blithe, as if on earth
Were no such thing as woe.
Sister to Sister
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'When I received that love which is a face,
When I perceived that face which is a love,
Sonnet To Disappointment
© Helen Maria Williams
PALE disappointment! at thy freezing name
Chill fears in every shiv'ring vein I prove;
Scherzando
© William Ernest Henley
Down through the ancient Strand
The spirit of October, mild and boon
And sauntering, takes his way
This golden end of afternoon,
As though the corn stood yellow in all the land,
And the ripe apples dropped to the harvest-moon.
Spells And Incantations
© Wilfred Owen
A vague pearl, a wan pearl
You showed me once; I peered through far-gone winters
Until my mind was fog-bound in that gem.
Sonnet 33: I Might
© Sir Philip Sidney
I might!-unhappy word-O me, I might,
And then would not, or could not, see my bliss;
