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Sunlight On The Sea

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Sunlight On The Sea
[The Philosophy of a Feast]

Make merry, comrades, eat and drink

Storm

© Archibald Lampman

Out of the gray northwest, where many a day gone by
Ye tugged and howled in your tempestuous grot,
And evermore the huge frost giants lie,
Your wizard guards in vigilance unforgot,

Sonnet 79: Sweet kiss, Thy Sweets I Fain

Sweet kiss, thy sweets I fain would sweetly endite,
Which even of sweetness sweetest sweet'ner art:
Pleasing'st consort, where each sense holds a part;
Which, coupling doves, guides Venus' chariot right;

Song II - Phoebus Arise

© William Henry Drummond

Phoebus, arise,

And paint the sable skies

Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'd Our Plains

© John Keats

After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains

For a long dreary season, comes a day

Sonnet. On The Sea

© John Keats

It keeps eternal whisperings around

"Still Glides the Gentle Streamlet On"

© Thomas Hood

Still glides the gentle streamlet on,
With shifting current new and strange;
The water that was here is gone,
But those green shadows do not change.

Severance

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

AH! who call tell how strong the tie
Which subtly binds us, heart to heart,
Till the dark master, Death, comes nigh,
To wrench our kindred lives apart?

Sonnet VI

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I CAST this sorrow from me like a crown
Of bitter nettles, and unwholesome weeds,
Nursed by cold night-dews, from malignant seeds,
Ill Fortune sowed, when all the heaven did frown;

Song of The Stream-Drops

© Archibald Lampman

By silent forest and field and mossy stone,
We come from the wooden hill, and we go to the sea.
We labour, and sing sweet songs, but we never moan,
For our mother, the sea, is calling us cheerily.
We have heard her calling us many and many a day
From the cool grey stones and the white sands far away.

Sonnet 20

© Richard Barnfield

But now my Muse toyld with continuall care,

Begins to faint, and slacke her former pace,

Songs Set To Music: 27.

© Matthew Prior

Haste, my Nannette,

My lovely maid,

Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle

Alas! the impassioned minstrel did not know
How, by Heaven's grace, this Clifford's heart was framed:
How he, long forced in humble walks to go,
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.

Since Jessie Died

We understand a lot of things we never did before,
And it seems that to each other Ma and I are meaning more.
I don't know how to say it, but since little Jessie died
We have learned that to be happy we must travel side by side.
You can share your joys and pleasures, but you never come to know
The depth there is in loving, till you've got a common woe.

Sonnets

I. CHRISTMAS DAY.

O happy day, with seven-fold blessings set

Sonnet I

ON SEEING THE BUST OF THE YOUNG PRINCESS DE MONTFORT
(In the studio of Bartolini, at Florence).
SWEET marble I didst thou merely represent,
In lieu of her on whom our glances rest,