Give me your hand, Beloved! I cannot see;
So close from shadowy--branching tree to tree
Dark leaves hang over us. How vast and still
Night sleeps! and yet a murmur, a low thrill,

Of The Nature Of Things: Book IV - Part 02 - Existence And Character Of The Images

© Lucretius

But since I've taught already of what sort

The seeds of all things are, and how distinct

Suppose I take an arrogant bomber, stroke
By stroke, up to the frazzled sun to hear
Sun-ghostlings whisper: Yes, the capital yoke-
Remove it and there's not a ghost to fear
This crucial day, whose decapitate joke
Languidly winds into the inner ear.

The Repulse to Alcander

© Sarah Fyge

What is't you mean, that I am thus approach'd,

Dare you to hope, that I may be debauch'd?

A Worker Reads History

© Bertolt Brecht

Each page a victory
At whose expense the victory ball?
Every ten years a great man,
Who paid the piper?

Christ

But Truth, and Truth's great Master cannot die;
While Love, the seraph, free of wings and eyes,
Upsweeps the realm of calm immensity.
A thousand times our buried shall rise
In prayerful souls to hush their anguished sighs,
And dawn, not darkness, rule o'er earth and sky.

Four Riddles

I
There was an ancient City, stricken down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away.

The Columbiad: Book VI

© Joel Barlow

But of all tales that war's black annals hold,
The darkest, foulest still remains untold;
New modes of torture wait the shameful strife,
And Britain wantons in the waste of life.

© Lucretius

Now come, and next hereafter apprehend

What sorts, how vastly different in form,

The Butterfly

© Charles Lamb

SISTER.
Do, my dearest brother John,
Let that butterfly alone.

The Temple

Beyond the gates of Hercules
The seven builders took the stone,
Spurned everywhere in days of ease,
Long lying loose and overthrown,
Now carried over bitter seas
Where crystally Arcturus shone!