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Courage

© Edgar Albert Guest

Courage isn't a brilliant dash,

A daring deed in a moment's flash;

The love in her eyes lay sleeping

© William Forster

The love in her eyes lay sleeping,

As stars that unconscious shine,

Your best endeavours on ye law bestow
Rough as it is 'tis proffitable too
Cowel & Blunt have words & Cook ye way
to keep the wrangling sons of earth in play
then if your books you use your Clients pay

Tale IV

© George Crabbe

harm;
Give me thy pardon," and he look'd alarm:
Meantime the prudent Dinah had contrived
Her soul to question, and she then revived.
"See! my good friend," and then she raised her

Friendship

© Anonymous

Friendship needs no studied phrases,
Polished face, or winning wiles;
Friendship deals no lavish praises,
Friendship dons no surface smiles.

The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto IV.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

III Valour misdirected
I'll hunt for dangers North and South,
To prove my love, which sloth maligns!
What seems to say her rosy mouth?
I'm not convinced by proofs but signs.

The Campaign, A Poem, To His Grace The Duke Of Marlborough

© Joseph Addison

While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,

Proud in their number to enrol your name;

The Lamentations Of Jeremy, For The Most Part According To Tremellus

© John Donne

I. HOW sits this city, late most populous,
Thus solitary, and like a widow thus ?
Amplest of nations, queen of provinces
She was, who now thus tributary is ?

Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto I.

© John Gay

But when the sun displays his glorious beams,
And shallow rivers flow with silver streams,
Then the deceit the scaly breed survey,
Bask in the sun, and look into the day.
You now a more delusive art must try,
And tempt their hunger with the curious fly.

Patriotism 2: Nelson, Pitt, Fox

© Sir Walter Scott

TO mute and to material things

New life revolving summer brings;

John Marston: XII

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

THE BITTERNESS of death and bitterer scorn

Breathes from the broad-leafed aloe-plant whence thou

The Palm-Tree

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,
Beside a fount of Araby;
It was not fann'd by southern breeze
In some green isle of Indian seas,
Nor did its graceful shadow sleep
O'er stream of Afric, lone and deep.

Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - Pastorale

CHORUS. -- AFFETTUOSO. -- LARGO.
Ye shady walks, ye waving greens,
Ye nodding towers, ye fairy scenes --
Let all your echoes now deplore
That she who form'd your beauties is no more.

Missing

© Anonymous

In the cool, sweet hush of a wooded nook,

Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,

The Lord of the Isles: Canto III.

I.

Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head

"The Undying One" - Canto II

'Neath these, and many more than these, my arm
Hath wielded desperately the avenging steel--
And half exulting in the awful charm
Which hung upon my life--forgot to feel!