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But some who this blithe mood present,
As on in lightsome files they fare,
Shall die experienced ere three days are spent -
Perish, enlightened by the vollied glare;
Or shame survive, and, like to adamant,
The throe of Second Manassas share.

From The Conspirator

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

SCENE.
[A garden; Arnold De Malpas and Catharine discovered walking slowly towards a summerhouse in the distance].
CATHARINE.

Confessio Amantis. Prologus

© John Gower

Torpor, ebes sensus, scola parua labor minimusque
Causant quo minimus ipse minora canam:
Qua tamen Engisti lingua canit Insula Bruti
Anglica Carmente metra iuuante loquar.
Ossibus ergo carens que conterit ossa loquelis
Absit, et interpres stet procul oro malus.

Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh

© Ovid

The End of the Eleventh Book.

Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands

A Legend Of Tintagel Castle

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

ALONE in the forest, Sir Lancelot rode
O'er the neck of his courser the reins lightly flowed
And beside hung his helmet, for bare was his brow
To meet the soft breeze that was fanning him now.

The Mole Part Two

© Wilhelm Busch

Doch immerhin und einerlei!
Ein Flintenschuß ist schnell vorbei.

The Dark, Blue Sea

© George Gordon Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

The Bride Of The Nile - Act II

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Belkís. I cannot do these sums
So long before the date. In the meanwhile talk to me.
I want to be amused. Life will go drearily
If we are to be like this. Let us play at something--chess,
Or draughts, or dominoes. Ask me a thing to guess--
An intellectual game.

The Borough. Letter II: The Church

© George Crabbe

"WHAT is a Church?"--Let Truth and Reason speak,

They would reply, "The faithful, pure, and meek;

The Fan : A Poem. Book III.

© John Gay

Learn hence, ye wives; bid vain suspicion cease,
Lose not in sulien discontent your peace.
For when fierce love to jealousy ferments,
A thousand doubts and fears the soul invents,
No more the days in pleasing converse flow,
And nights no more their soft endearments know.

A Brand Plucked Out Of The Fire

© John Newton

With Satan, my accuser, near
My spirit trembled when I saw
The Lord in majesty appear,
And heart the language of the law.

Faith

© George Santayana

O WORLD, thou choosest not the better part!

It is not wisdom to be only wise,

Pheidippides

First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock!
Gods of my birthplace, daemons and heroes, honour to all!
Then I name thee, claim thee for our patron, co-equal in praise
--Ay, with Zeus the Defender, with Her of the aegis and spear!
Also, ye of the bow and the buskin, praised be your peer,