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Book Fourth [Summer Vacation]

© William Wordsworth

BRIGHT was the summer's noon when quickening steps

Followed each other till a dreary moor

Remember--Forget

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

AND what shall be the song to-night,

If song there needs must be?

From Mount Ebal

© John Bunyan

Thus having heard from Gerizzim, I shall

Next come to Ebal, and you thither call,

The Shepherds Calendar - July

© John Clare

Daughter of pastoral smells and sights
And sultry days and dewy nights
July resumes her yearly place
Wi her milking maiden face

The Inevitable Calm

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THE sombre wings of the tempest,
In fetterless force unfurled,
Buffet the face of beauty,
And scar the grace of the world;

The Cageing Of Ares

© George Meredith

[Iliad, v. V. 385--Dedicated to the Council at The Hague.]

How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed

The monument that I have built is durable as brass,
And loftier than the Pyramids which mock the years that pass.
No blizzard can destroy it, nor furious rain corrode-
Remember, I'm the bard who built the first Horatian Ode.

Paradise Regain'd : Book III.

© John Milton

So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood
A while as mute, confounded what to say,
What to reply, confuted and convinced
Of his weak arguing and fallacious drift;

The Old-Timer

© Arthur Chapman

He showed up in the springtime, when the geese began to honk;
He signed up with the outfit, and we fattened up his bronk;
His chaps were old and tattered, but he never seemed to mind,
Cause for worryin and frettin he had never been designed;
Hes the type of cattle-puncher that has vanished now, of course,
With his hundred-dollar saddle on his twenty-dollar horse.

Fragment Of "The Castle Builder."

© John Keats

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To-night I'll have my friar -- let me think

Sermons and Epigrams haue a like end,
To improue, to reproue, and to amend:
Some passe without this vse, 'cause they are witty;
And so doe many Sermons, more's the pitty.