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Scenes From The Faust Of Goethe

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

CHORUS:
Thy countenance gives the Angels strength,
Though none can comprehend Thee:
And all Thy lofty works
Are excellent as at the first day.

dwell,
While he was acting (he would call it) well;
He bought as others buy, he sold as others sell;
There was no fraud, and he demanded cause
Why he was troubled when he kept the laws?"
"My laws!" said Conscience. "What," said he, "

Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country

© John Keats

There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain,
Where patriot battle has been fought, where glory had the gain;
There is a pleasure on the heath where Druids old have been,
Where mantles grey have rustled by and swept the nettles green;

Parting Hymn

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FATHER of Mercies, Heavenly Friend,
We seek thy gracious throne;
To Thee our faltering prayers ascend,
Our fainting hearts are known.

The Sangreal

© George MacDonald

Through the wood the sunny day
Glimmered sweetly glad;
Through the wood his weary way
Rode sir Galahad.

The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

_Lucifer._ HASTEN! hasten!
O ye spirits!
From its station drag the ponderous
Cross of iron, that to mock us
Is uplifted high in air!

Shakuntala Act III

© Kalidasa

ACT III
SCENE The HERMITAGE in a Grove.
The Hermit's Pupil bearing consecrated grass.

Extracts From Leon. An Unfinished Poem

© Joseph Rodman Drake

It is an eve that drops a heavenly balm,
To lull the feelings to a sober calm,
To bid wild passion's fiery flush depart;
And smooth the troubled waters of the heart;
To give a tranquil fixedness to grief,
A cherished gloom, that wishes not relief.

The Art Of War. Book IV.

© Henry James Pye

Marseilles secur'd by many a strengthen'd tower
Mock'd dauntless Cæsar and his veteran power;
Wearied at length, but sure of fortune's aid,
He bid the sea their floating works invade.
Thus check'd the siege long, bloody, and severe,
Of Rome's experienced chiefs the bold career.

The Blind Caravan

© William Wilfred Campbell

Faint elfin songs from out the past
Of some lost sunset land
Haunt this grim pageant drifting, vast,
Across the trackless sand.

The Outlaw

© William Henry Ogilvie

Our realm was the fenceless ranges. We fed in the bluegrass swamps.
The green of the branching wilga was the roof of our noonday camps.
We drank at the pools in the lignum, where die mist and moonlight meet,
Stealing like wraiths through the darkness with the dew on our shoeless feet.

Merope

© Henry Kendall

FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastesin the face of the splendid

Six of the sistersthe star-dowered sisters ineffably bright,

A Castaway

© Augusta Davies Webster

So long since:
and now it seems a jest to talk of me
as if I could be one with her, of me
who am…… me.

Garrison

THE storm and peril overpast,
The hounding hatred shamed and still,
Go, soul of freedom! take at last
The place which thou alone canst fill.

On The Truth Of The Saviour

E'en John the Baptist did not know
Who Christ the Lord could be,
And bade his own disciples go
The strange event to see.

An Officer Tells Of His Mean Employment

© Confucius

With mind indifferent, things I easy take;
In every dance I prompt appearance make:--
Then, when the sun is at his topmost height,
There, in the place that courts the public sight.

Little Nell's Funeral

And now the bell, - the bell
She had so often heard by night and day
And listened to with solemn pleasure,
E'en as a living voice, -
Rung its remorseless toll for her,
So young, so beautiful, so good.