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The Ring And The Book - Chapter VI - Giuseppe Caponsacchi

© Robert Browning

Again the morning found me. I will work,
Tie down my foolish thoughts. Thank God so far!
I have saved her from a scandal, stopped the tongues
Had broken else into a cackle and hiss
Around the noble name. Duty is still
Wisdom: I have been wise. So the day wore.

The Younger Brutus

© Giacomo Leopardi

When in the Thracian dust uprooted lay,

In ruin vast, the strength of Italy,

Australia Vindex

© Henry Kendall

She is fairer than flowers of love;
She is fiercer than wind-driven flame;
And God from His thunders above
Hath smitten the soul of her shame.

By The Seaside : The Building Of The Ship

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

On the deck another bride
Is standing by her lover's side.
Shadows from the flags and shrouds,
Like the shadows cast by clouds,
Broken by many a sunny fleck,
Fall around them on the deck.

A Servant When He Reigneth

© Rudyard Kipling

Three things make earth unquiet

And four she cannot brook

Olney Hymn 16: The Sower

© William Cowper

Ye sons of earth prepare the plough,
Break up your fallow ground;
The sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round.

Italy : 51. Marco Griffoni

© Samuel Rogers

War is a game at which all are sure to lose, sooner or
later, play they how they will; yet every nation has
delighted in war, and none more in their day than the
little republic of Genoa, whose galleys, while she had

The Man of Sentiment

© Kenneth Slessor

Part One
[A walled garden of York. It is an August Sunday, and the baying of deep church-bells is blown faintly in a warm wind. Laurence Sterne, prebendary, aged forty-six, and Catherine de Fromantel, a girl who sings at Ranelagh, are dawdling through the arbours, and pause at a path which runs between hedges and cypress-trees round a corner some fifty yards away. Catherine has walked down such a path before, it is to be feared, and halts cautiously upon its fringes.]
Laurence:
Nay, 'tis no Devil's walk,

Carrier Letter

© Hart Crane

My hands have not touched water since your hands, -
No; - nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell'.
And with the day, distance again expands
Between us, voiceless as an uncoiled shell.

Peter Bell The Third

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Is it a party in a parlour,
Crammed just as they on earth were crammed,
Some sipping punch-some sipping tea;
But, as you by their faces see,
All silent, and all-damned!
Peter Bell, by W. Wordsworth.

Marmion: Canto III. - The Inn

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

The livelong day Lord Marmion rode:

The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Fifth

© William Wordsworth

HIGH on a point of rugged ground
Among the wastes of Rylstone Fell
Above the loftiest ridge or mound
Where foresters or shepherds dwell,

Truthful James To The Editor

© Francis Bret Harte

Which it is not my style
To produce needless pain
By statements that rile
Or that go 'gin the grain,
But here's Captain Jack still a-livin', and Nye has no skelp on his
brain!

The Truthis stirless

The Truthis stirless
Other forcemay be presumed to move
Thisthenis best for confidence
When oldest Cedars swerve

Pharsalia - Book IX: Cato

Such were the words he spake; and soon the fleet
Had dared the angry deep: but Cato's voice
While praising, calmed the youthful chieftain's rage.

The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 2240)

Amoure.
2136 Alas madame / now the bryght lodes sterre
2137 Of my true herte / where euer I go or ryde
2138 Thoughe that my body / be frome you aferr
2139 Yet my herte onely / shall with you abyde
2140 Whan than you lyste / ye maye for me prouyde