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Ode to Salvador Dali

© Federico Garcia Lorca

A rose in the high garden you desire.
A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.
The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog,
The grays watching over the last balustrades.

In a garden where the may made the straggling fences gay
And the roses cream and scarlet shed their petals on the breeze
Your maiden aunts and I, and you, demure and shy,
Played a sober game of croquet underneath the spreading trees.

The Last Elegy Of The Third Book Of Tibullus

© Henry James Pye

Propitious Bacchus comeso round thy brow

Be with the mystic vine the ivy wove;

The Human Sacrifice

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I.
FAR from his close and noisome cell,
By grassy lane and sunny stream,
Blown clover field and strawberry dell,

Queen Mab: Part I.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

FAIRY
'Spirit! who hast dived so deep;
Spirit! who hast soared so high;
Thou the fearless, thou the mild,
Accept the boon thy worth hath earned,
Ascend the car with me!'

Ode To Lycoris. May 1817

© William Wordsworth

I
AN age hath been when Earth was proud
Of lustre too intense
To be sustained; and Mortals bowed

The Ruined Abbey, or, The Affects of Superstition

© William Shenstone

At length fair Peace, with olive crown'd, regains

Her lawful throne, and to the sacred haunts

Australia

© John Farrell

O Radiant Land! o'er whom the Sun's first dawning

Fell brightest when God said " Let there be Light;"'

The Lord of the Isles: Canto V.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

On fair Loch-Ranza stream'd the early day,

To Hon. R.G.H. Upon His 78th Birthday

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

CLOSE to the verge of fourscore crowded years
Your heart is strong, your soul serene and bright;
As when confronting first life's hopes and fears--
The star of manhood crowned your brow with light.

Astronomy

© John Kenyon

Lucinda! Lucinda! why all this abstraction?

May astronomy hold no communion with mirth?

The Eve Of Waterloo

© George Gordon Byron

There was a sound of revelry by night,

And Belgium's capital had gathered then

The Convalescent Gripster

© Eugene Field

The gods let slip that fiendish grip

Upon me last week Sunday--

The Lovers. A Poem

© John Logan

Harriet
I fear to go--I dare not stay.
Look back.--I dare not look that way.

Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte

'Expends Annibalem:--quot libras in duce summo

Invenies?~JUVENAL., Sat. X.

Wednesday Before Easter

© John Keble

O Lord my God, do thou Thy holy will -
I will lie still -
I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm,
And break the charm
Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast,
In perfect rest.