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The Pierrot Of The Minute

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

_A glade in the Parc due Petit Trianon. In the centre a Doric temple with
steps coming down the stage. On the left a little Cupid on a pedestal.
Twilight._

The Task: Book V. -- The Winter Morning Walk

© William Cowper

Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb

Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds,

Written for my Son ... upon his Master's First Bringing in a Rod

That sage was surely more discerning,
Who taught to play us into learning,
By graving letters on the dice :
May heav'n reward the kind device,
And crown him with immortal fame,
Who taught at once to read and game !

Egypt Unvisited. Suggested by Mr. Roberts' Egyptian Sketches

© Alaric Alexander Watts

The poetry of earth is fading fast;

It hath no region it can call its own;

To Christian Gottfried Ehrenberg

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FOR HIS "JUBILAEUM" AT BERLIN, NOVEMBER 5, 1868

THOU who hast taught the teachers of mankind

Don Juan: Canto The Fourth

© George Gordon Byron

Nothing so difficult as a beginning

In poesy, unless perhaps the end;

Twenty-One Love Poems I

© Adrienne Rich

Sir Hornbook

© Thomas Love Peacock

O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprung
With ardent hopes elate,
And loudly blew the horn that hung
Before Sir Hornbook's gate.

Sonnet XVII. The Microscope.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

THE small enlarged, the distant nearer brought
To sight, made marvels in a denser age.
But Science turns with every year a page
In the enchanted volume of her thought.

Fumant Dans Le Cristal

© André Marie de Chénier

Fumant dans le cristal, que Bacchus à longs flots

Partout aille à la ronde éveiller les bons mots.

Sonnet XI. The Printing-Press.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

IN boyhood's days we read with keen delight
How young Aladdin rubbed his lamp and raised
The towering Djin whose form his soul amazed,
Yet who was pledged to serve him day and night.

The Wrongs Of Africa: Part The Second

© William Roscoe

FAIR is this fertile spot, which God assign'd

As man's terrestrial home; where every charm

The Descent Of The Muses

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face,

Came from their convent on the shining heights

Wales Visitation

White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow

Trees moving in rivers of wind

England And Spain

Illustrious names! still, still united beam,
Be still the hero's boast, the poet's theme:
So when two radiant gems together shine,
And in one wreath their lucid light combine;
Each, as it sparkles with transcendant rays,
Adds to the lustre of its kindred blaze.

Spring

At last young April, ever frail and fair,
Wooed by her playmate with the golden hair,
Chased to the margin of receding floods
O'er the soft meadows starred with opening buds,
In tears and blushes sighs herself away,
And hides her cheek beneath the flowers of May.