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Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy

© Henry Van Dyke

ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL

June 11, 1910

Upon his sculptured judgment throne the Roman Ruler sate;
His glittering minions stood around in all their gorgeous state;
But proud as were the noble names that flashed upon each shield
Names known in lofty council halls as well as tented field
None dared approach to break the spell of deep and silent gloom
That hoverd oer his haughty brow, like shadow of the tomb.

Evangeline: Part The Second. I.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,

When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,

Sun and Moon

© George MacDonald

First came the red-eyed sun as I did wake;

He smote me on the temples and I rose,

Crazed

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

'The Spring again hath started on the course
Wherein she seeketh Summer thro' the Earth.
I will arise and go upon my way.
It may be that the leaves of Autumn hid
His footsteps from me; it may be the snows.

Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part II.

© Henry James Pye

Yet midst the scene of dread, when certain fate
Rides on the tempest in terrific state,
Bold in the face of death the naval train
Exert their force, and brave the insulting main;
Though rising horrors on their efforts lower,
And the deaf whirlwind mock their useless power.

Italian Scenery

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Night rests in beauty on Mont Alto.
Beneath its shade the beauteous Arno sleeps
In vallombrosa's bosom, and dark trees
Bend with a calm and quiet shadow down
Upon the beauty of that silent river.

Ars Longa

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Ars Longa

[A Song of Pilgrimage]

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Sicilian's Tale; The Monk of Casal-Maggiore

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Once on a time, some centuries ago,

In the hot sunshine two Franciscan friars

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Poet's Tale; Charlemagne

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Then came the guard that never knew repose,
The Paladins of France; and at the sight
The Lombard King o'ercome with terror cried:
"This must be Charlemagne!" and as before
Did Olger answer: "No; not yet, not yet."

Ballad Of The Old Cypress

© Du Fu

In front of K'ung-ming Shrine
stands an old cypress,
With branches like green bronze
and roots like granite;

Viva Perpetua

© Archibald Lampman

The night is passing. In a few short hours
I too shall suffer for the name of Christ.
A boundless exaltation lifts my soul!
I know that they who left us, Saturus,
Perpetua, and the other blessed ones,
Await me at the opening gates of heaven.

A Poetical Epistle To Lady Austen

© William Cowper

Dear Anna, -- Between friend and friend,

Prose answers every common end;

A Poem On The Last Day - Book II

© Edward Young

Now man awakes, and from his silent bed,
Where he has slept for ages, lifts his head;
Shakes off the slumber of ten thousand years,
And on the borders of new worlds appears.
Whate'er the bold, the rash adventure cost,
In wide Eternity I dare be lost.

The Song Of The Free

The wounded snake its hood unfurls,
The flame stirred up doth blaze,
The desert air resounds the calls
Of heart-struck lion's rage.

Hero And Leander: The Second Sestiad

By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,

Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.

Love, Hope, Desire, And Fear

...
And many there were hurt by that strong boy,
His name, they said, was Pleasure,
And near him stood, glorious beyond measure

Tale III

bound;
In all that most confines them they confide,
Their slavery boast, and make their bonds their

A Connachtman

IT'S my fear that my wake won't be quiet,
Nor my wake house a silent place :
For who would keep back the hundreds
Who would touch my breast and my face?