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Sir Henry Wotton, and Serjeant Hoskins Riding On The Way

© Sir Henry Wotton

Ho. Noble, lovely, vertuous Creature,
Purposely so fram'd by Nature
To enthral your servants wits.

Sun of My Soul

© John Keble

Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earthborn cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servants eyes.

Soft, low and sweet, the blackbird wakes the day,
And clearer pipes, as rosier grows the gray
Of the wide sky, far, far into whose deep
The rath lark soars, and scatters down the steep
His runnel song, that skyey roundelay.

Sleeping on a Night of Autumn Rain

© Bai Juyi

It's cold this night in autumn's third month,

Peacefully within, a lone old man.

Shooter's Hill

© Robert Bloomfield

Health! I seek thee;-dost thou love

The mountain top or quiet vale,

Sonnet To Love

© Helen Maria Williams

AH , Love! ere yet I knew thy fatal power,

Bright glow'd the colour of my youthful days,

Sonnet

© Nicholas Breton

The worldly prince doth in his sceptre hold

A kind of heaven in his authorities;

St. Martin's Summer

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Though flowers have perished at the touch
Of Frost, the early comer,
I hail the season loved so much,
The good St. Martin's summer.

Sonnet. Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition

© John Keats

The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More hearkening to the sermon's horrid sound.