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On the Marriage of his Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wales, Extract

© Richard Owen Cambridge

Nor did there on the other side, I ween,

Forms though more soft, less heav'nly appear;

The Tent On The Beach

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--

Too light perhaps for serious years, though born

"Six years, six cycles of dead hours"

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Six years, six cycles of dead hours,
Six falls of leaves, six births of flowers!
It is not that, you know full well,
That makes my labouring bosom swell,

Inspiration

© Samuel Johnson

LIFE of Ages, richly poured,
Love of God, unspent and free,
Flowing in the Prophets word
And the Peoples liberty!

The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The First

© Mark Akenside

With what attractive charms this goodly frame

Of nature touches the consenting hearts

Monument

© Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin

I built myself a monument, eternal and miraculous,
It's higher than the Pyramids, than metal it is harder;
Swift winds and thunder cannot knock it down
The flight of time cannot demolish it.

Ode

© James Russell Lowell

I

In the old days of awe and keen-eyed wonder,

Wrapp'd in a pleased suspense, the youth survey'd
The various charms of each attractive maid:
Alternate each he view'd, and each admired,
And found, alternate, varying flames inspired:
Quick o'er their forms his eyes with pleasure ran,
When she, who first approach'd him, first began:-

Labor Is Prayer

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

LABORARE est orare:
We, black-visaged sons of toil,
From the coal-mine and the anvil
And the delving of the soil,--

Lines On Reading Frank J. Wilstach's

© Franklin Pierce Adams

As neat as wax, as good as new,
As true as steel, as truth is true,
Good as a sermon, keen as hate,
Full as a tick, and fixed as fate-

The Duellist - Book II

© Charles Churchill

Deep in the bosom of a wood,

Out of the road, a Temple stood:

A Boost For Modern Methods

© Edgar Albert Guest

In some respects the old days were perhaps ahead of these,

Before we got to wanting wealth and costly luxuries;

An Epistle To Dr. Moore

© Helen Maria Williams

Whether dispensing hope, and ease
To the pale victim of disease,
Or in the social crowd you sit,
And charm the group with sense and wit,
Moore's partial ear will not disdain
Attention to my artless strain.

The Worlds Exile

Well, I will tell you, kind adviser,
Why thus I ever roam
In distant lands, nor wish to guide
My footsteps to the fair hill--side
Where stands my sacred home.

The Princess (part 5)

Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
'She must weep or she will die.'

Night Song Of A Wandering Shepherd In Asia

What doest thou in heaven, O moon?

Say, silent moon, what doest thou?

'Where Art Thou Come?'

'Friend, whereto art thou come?' Thus Verity;

Of each that to the world's sad Olivet

'Soeur Monique'

But two words, and this sweet air.
Soeur Monique,
Had he more, who set you there?
Was his music-dream of you
Of some perfect nun he knew,
Or of some ideal, as true?