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An Exception

© Ellis Parker Butler

In all romances, old and new,
And in all lover's rhymes
I find one rule that has held true
Since prehistoric times.

Lady Surrey's Lament For Her Absent Lord

© Henry Howard

Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile,

Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with me a while,

A Remembrance

© Bliss William Carman

HERE in lovely New England
When summer is come, a sea-turn
Flutters a page of remembrance
In the volume of long ago.

IX.
MY dream was past; it had no further change.
It was of a strange order, that the doom
Of these two creatures should be thus traced out
Almost like a reality - the one
To end in madness - both in misery.

A Night In Babylon.

© Robert Crawford

We whom to-night Love keeps awake
For his own joy, may one day break
Our fast in some Lethéan cave,
When we but a faint memory have,

Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The Second

© Francis Thompson

'Tis a vision:
Yet the greeneries Elysian
He has known in tracts afar;
Thus the enamouring fountains flow,
Those the very palms that grow,
By rare-gummed Sava, or Herbalimar. -

What Chris'mas Fetched The Wigginses

© James Whitcomb Riley

Wintertime, er Summertime,

Of late years I notice I'm,

Loves Wisdom

© Alfred Austin

Love, that in my mind seeks Reason's aid. Paraphrase.

I crave not love, for it would only bring

Paradise Lost : Book I.

© John Milton

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit

Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste

Rokeby: Canto I.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

The Moon is in her summer glow,

Here's Luck

© Henry Lawson

No more well take a glass of ale when pushed with care an strife,
Anchuckle home with that old tale we used to tell the wife.
Well laugh anjoke an sing no more with jolly beery chums,
An shout Heres luck! while waitin for the luck that never comes.

My Heart Is Resting, O My Lord

© Anna Laetitia Waring

Scythe Song

© Andrew Lang

MOWERS, weary and brown, and blithe,

What is the word methinks ye know,

Twas a Land Set Apart

© Henry Lawson

Twas a land set apart for a nation

Predestined for times like these

A Song Of Comfort

© John McCrae

"Sleep, weary ones, while ye may -
Sleep, oh, sleep!"
Eugene Field.

Italy : 17. The Gondola

Boy, call the Gondola; the sun is set.----
It came, and we embarked; but instantly,
As at the waving of a magic wand,
Though she had stept on board so light of foot,

Fragments from 'Genius Lost'

Prelude
I SEE the boy-bard neath lifes morning skies,
While hopes bright cohorts guess not of defeat,
And ardour lightens from his earnest eyes,
And faiths cherubic wings around his being beat.

Otho And Poppaea: A Dramatic Scene

POPPAEA
I will speak with you
If you will speak for kindness; but your brows
Are sick and stormy: why do you frown on me?
I will not speak unless it is for love.