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Studies By The Sea

© Charlotte Turner Smith

AH ! wherefore do the incurious say,

That this stupendous ocean wide,

The Scholar's Relapse

© William Shenstone

By the side of a grove, at the foot of a hill,
Where whisper'd the beech, and where murmur'd the rill,
I vow'd to the Muses my time and my care,
Since neither could win me the smiles of my fair.

The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno

CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.

My Jolly Friend's Secret

© James Whitcomb Riley

Ah, friend of mine, how goes it,

Since you've taken you a mate?--

A Lament

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The circle is broken, one seat is forsaken,
One bud from the tree of our friendship is shaken;
One heart from among us no longer shall thrill
With joy in our gladness, or grief in our ill.

The Buried Flower

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

In the silence of my chamber,
When the night is still and deep,
And the drowsy heave of ocean
Mutters in its charmed sleep,

Love's Servile Lot

© Robert Southwell

LOVE, mistress is of many minds,
Yet few know whom they serve;
They reckon least how little Love
Their service doth deserve.

The Witnesses

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I
Lads in the loose blue,
Crutched, with limping feet,
With bandaged arm, that roam
To--day the bustling street,

Angels By The Door

© William Barnes

Oh! there be angels evermwore,

A-passèn onward by the door,

My Dream

© John Greenleaf Whittier

In my dream, methought I trod,
Yesternight, a mountain road;
Narrow as Al Sirat's span,
High as eagle's flight, it ran.

The Society Upon The Stanislaus

I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;
I am not up to small deceit or any sinful games;
And I'll tell in simple language what I know about the row
That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow.

Fortune Smiles

© Thomas Dekker

Let us sing, merrily, merrily, merrily,
With our song let heaven resound,
Fortune's hands our heads have crown'd,
Let us sing merrily, merrily, merrily.

Spring Flowers From Ireland

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

On receiving an early crocus and some violets in a letter from Ireland.

Within the letter's rustling fold

Pharsalia - Book VII: The Battle

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

Then burned their souls
At these his words, indignant at the thought,
And Rome rose up within them, and to die
Was welcome.

Farewell To Brother Jonathan

© Anonymous

Farewell! we must part; we have turned from the land
Of our cold-hearted brother, with tyrannous hand,
Who assumed all our rights as a favor to grant,
And whose smile ever covered the sting of a taunt;

Scholar And The Carpenter

© Jean Ingelow

While ripening corn grew thick and deep,

And here and there men stood to reap,

The Dream Of Pio Nono

IT chanced that while the pious troops of France
Fought in the crusade Pio Nono preached,
What time the holy Bourbons stayed his hands
(The Hur and Aaron meet for such a Moses),