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Sonnet XCVI: Life the Beloved
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
As thy friend's face, with shadow of soul o'erspread,
Somewhile unto thy sight perchance hath been
Song.The transient time
© Louisa Stuart Costello
The transient time, for ever past,
How shall I dare review!
Silences In The Mind
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Silences in the mind, the haunting Silences,
Silences daunting,
Chill as a cavern's air, immuring hollow gloom
Yet inly luring
Sonnet XXXVIII: The Morrow's Message
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Thou Ghost, I said, and is thy name To-day?
Yesterday's son, with such an abject brow!
Staffa
© John Keats
Not Aladdin magian
Ever such a work began;
Not the wizard of the Dee
Ever such a dream could see;
Shall Earth no more inspire thee
© Emily Jane Brontë
Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall Nature cease to bow?
Sonnet V. To The South Downs
© Charlotte Turner Smith
AH! hills beloved!--where once, a happy child,
Your beechen shades, 'your turf, your flowers among,'
I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild,
And woke your echoes with my artless song.
Sonnet XXIV
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Something in me was born before the stars
And saw the sun begin from far away.
Sonnet. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown
© John Keats
Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear
From my glad bosom, -- now from gloominess
I mount for ever -- not an atom less
Than the proud laurel shall content my bier.
Slow To Come, Quick Agone
© William Barnes
Ah! there's a house that I do know
Besouth o' yonder trees,
Staying At Ed's Place
© May Swenson
I like being in your apartment, and not disturbing anything.
As in the woods I wouldn't want to move a tree,
or change the play of sun and shadow on the ground.
Song Of The Rose
© Sappho
For Zeus chose us a King of the flowers in his mirth,
He would call to the rose, and would royally crown it;
For the rose, ho, the rose! is the grace of the earth,
Is the light of the plants that are growing upon it!
Smoke
© George MacDonald
Lord, I have laid my heart upon thy altar
But cannot get the wood to burn;
It hardly flares ere it begins to falter
And to the dark return.
Somewhere Up In Queensland
© Henry Lawson
He's somewhere up in Queensland,
The old folks used to say;
Song
© William Cullen Bryant
Dost thou idly ask to hear
At what gentle seasons
Nymphs relent, when lovers near
Press the tenderest reasons?
Seasons Of The Soul
© Allen Tate
Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,
e colsi un ramicel da un gran pruno;
e U tronco suo gridd: Perchd mi schiante?
Shepherd Divine, Our Wants Relieve
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Shepherd divine, our wants relieve,
In this our evil day;
To all Thy tempted followers give
The power to trust and pray.
Spring In The Student's Quarter
© Henri Murger
Winter is passing, and the bells
For ever with their silver lay
Sonnet XIX. To Mr. Haley,
© Charlotte Turner Smith
On receiving some elegant lines from him.
FOR me the Muse a simple band design'd
Of 'idle' flowers that bloom the woods among,
Which, with the cypress and the willow join'd,
