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To Ellinda, That Lately I Have Not Written
© Richard Lovelace
I.
If in me anger, or disdaine
In you, or both, made me refraine
From th' noble intercourse of verse,
Telegraphy
© Anonymous
Along the smooth and slender wires, the sleepless heralds run,
Fast as the clear and living rays go streaming from the sun;
No pearls of flashes, heard or seen, their wondrous flight betray,
And yet their words are quickly caught in cities far away.
To a Lady - with Flowers from a Roman Wall
© Sir Walter Scott
Take these flowers which, purple waving,
On the ruin'd rampart grew,
Where, the sons of freedom braving,
Rome's imperial standards flew.
The End Of All
© Madison Julius Cawein
I do not love you now,
O narrow heart, that had no heights but pride!
You, whom mine fed; to whom yours still denied
Food when mine hungered, and of which love died--
I do not love you now.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Clutching the brink with hands and feet and knees,
With trembling heart, and eyes grown strangely dim,
A part thyself and parcel of the frieze
The Centurion
© Clive Sansom
'Halt! Here's the place. Set down the cross.
You three attend to it. And remember, Marcus,
The blows are struck, the nails are driven
For Roman law and Roman order,
Not for your private satisfaction.
Set to work.'
To Emilia Viviani
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
II.
Send the stars light, but send not love to me,
In whom love ever made
Health like a heap of embers soon to fade--
To A.C.S.
© Mikhail Lermontov
Afar--I fain, so much would tell thee!
List to thee o'er and o'er when near;
The Noble Spanish Soldier
© Thomas Dekker
O, SORROW, SORROW, say where dost thou dwell?
In the lowest room of hell.
The Dead Poet
© Lord Alfred Douglas
And then methought outside a fast locked gate
I mourned the loss of unrecorded words,
Forgotten tales and mysteries half said,
Wonders that might have been articulate,
And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing birds.
And so I woke and knew that he was dead.
The Vengeance Of The Goddess Diana
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
The shore sloped upward into foliaged hills,
Cleft by the channels of rock-fretted rills,
That flashed their wavelets, touched by iris lights,
O'er many a tiny cataract down the heights.
To an Antiquated Coquette
© Charles Sackville
Phyllis, if you will not agree
To give me back my liberty,
Theron And Zoe
© Walter Savage Landor
Theron: That, since we sate together lay by day,
And walkt together, sang together, none
Of earliest, gentlest, fondest, maiden friends
Loved you as formerly. If one remain'd
Dearer to you than any of the rest,
You could not wish her greater happiness . .
The Ladle. A Tale
© Matthew Prior
Our gods the outward gates unbarr'd;
Our farmer met 'em in the yard;
Thought they were folks that lost their way,
And ask'd them civilly to stay;
Told 'em for supper or for bed
They might go on and be worse sped. -
The Ballad Of The Little Black Hound
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Who knocks at the Geraldine's door to-night
In the black storm and the rain?
The Vision Of Augustine And Monica
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Mother, because thine eyes are sealed in sleep,
And thy cheeks pale, and thy lips cold, and deep
In silence plunged, so fathomlessly still
Thou liest, and relaxest all thy will,
The Important Thing
© Edgar Albert Guest
He was playing in the garden when we called him in for tea,
But he didn't seem to hear us, so I went out there to see
What the little rogue was up to, and I stooped and asked him why,
When he heard his mother calling, he had made her no reply.
"I am playing war," he told me, "and I'm up against defeat,
And until I stop the Germans I can't take the time to eat."
The Tuft Of Kelp
© Herman Melville
All dripping in tangles green,
Cast up by a lonely sea
If purer for that, O Weed,
Bitterer, too, are ye?
The Three Gentle Shepherds
© Alexander Pope
Of gentle Philips will I ever sing,
With gentle Philips shall the valleys ring.
