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At morn the Count of Greiers before his castle stands;
He sees afar the glory that lights the mountain lands;
The horned crags are shining, and in the shade between
A pleasant Alpine valley lies beautifully green.

The Lament Of Tasso

© George Gordon Byron

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Long years!--It tries the thrilling frame to bear
And eagle-spirit of a child of Song--
Long years of outrage, calumny, and wrong;

The Child Of Earth

© Caroline Norton

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FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day,
Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow;
Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say,

The Thought

© William Brighty Rands

Into the skies, one summer's day,

I sent a little Thought away;

The Ballad of Mabel Clare

© Henry Lawson

Ye children of the Land of Gold,

I sing a song to you,

The Wasps

© Arthur Symons

The wasps are buzzing, the earth smells,

I love to hear then! when they buzz

The Golden Rose

© Edith Nesbit

A POOR lost princess, weary and worn,
Came over the down by the wind-washed moor,
And the king looked out on her grace forlorn,
And he took her in at his palace door.

The Columbiad: Book II

© Joel Barlow

High o'er his world as thus Columbus gazed,
And Hesper still the changing scene emblazed,
Round all the realms increasing lustre flew,
And raised new wonders to the Patriarch's view.

The Lover Pleads

© Jean Ingelow

The shadows wax, the low light alters,
Gold west fades, and false heart falters.
The pity of it!-Love's a rover,
The last word said, and all over.

To My Friend - Ode III

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

BE void of feeling!
A heart that soon is stirr'd,
Is a possession sad
Upon this changing earth.

To A Friend

© John Greenleaf Whittier

ON HER RETURN FROM EUROPE.

How smiled the land of France

Tubal Cain

© Charles Mackay

OLD Tubal Cain was a man of might

In the days when earth was young:

The Domestic Stones (fragment)

© Jean Hans Arp

The feet of morning the feet of noon and the feet of evening
walk ceaselessly round pickled buttocks
on the other hand the feet of midnight remain motionless
in their echo-woven baskets

The Cliffs

© Henry Lawson

They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland,
But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand;
And I long to wander and dream and doubt
Where the cliffs by the ocean run out and out.

The Dedication To A Book Of Stories Selected From The Irish Novelists

There was a green branch hung with many a bell
When her own people ruled this tragic Eire;
And from its murmuring greenness, calm of Faery,
A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LVII

ON A LOST OPPORTUNITY
We might, if you had willed, have conquered Heaven.
Once only in our lives before the gate
Of Paradise we stood, one fortunate even,

The Last Walk In Autumn

I.

O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands

The Complaint Of The Goddess Of The Glaciers To Doctor Darwin

WHILE o'er the Alpine cliffs I musing stray'd,
And gaz'd on nature, in her charms severe,
The last soft beam of parting day display'd
The Glacier-Goddess, on her crystal sphere.

The Corn Song

We better love the hardy gift
Our rugged vales bestow,
To cheer us when the storm shall drift
Our harvest-fields with snow.

The Farmer's Boy - Winter

If now in beaded rows drops deck the spray,
While _Phoebus_ grants a momentary ray,
Let but a cloud's broad shadow intervene,
And stiffen'd into gems the drops are seen;
And down the furrow'd oak's broad southern side
Streams of dissolving rime no longer glide.