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To the Memory of My Beloved Author, Mr. William Shakespeare

© Benjamin Jonson

To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name,

Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;

At the Mermaid Caffeteria

© Christopher Morley

TRUTH is enough for prose:
Calmly it goes
To tell just what it knows.

Ritner

© John Greenleaf Whittier

THANK God for the token! one lip is still free,
One spirit untrammelled, unbending one knee!
Like the oak of the mountain, deep-rooted and firm,
Erect, when the multitude bends to the storm;

Why, love, how darkly gaze thine eyes in mine!
If loved I dismal thoughts I well could deem
Thou sawest not the blue of my fond eyes,
But looked between the lips of that dread pit,-
O Jove! to name it seems to curse the air
With chills of death! We'll speak not of it, Curtius.

The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto IV

© Richard Savage

Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway,
Still on strange visionary land I stray.
Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct appear!
Swift glide the months, and turn the varying year!

The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale

© George Gordon Byron

No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff
First greets the homeward-veering skiff
High o'er the land he saved in vain;
When shall such Hero live again?

A Ballad Of The Heather

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

We spent a day together,
One day of all our lives,
Of love in cloudless weather--
Such only youth contrives--
One day in the red heather,
Alone with our two lives.

A Word To Two Young Ladies

© Robert Bloomfield

WHEN tender Rose-trees first receive
On half-expanded Leaves, the Shower;
Hope's gayest pictures we believe,
And anxious watch each coining flower.

The Echo

© Sir Henry Newbolt

Of A Ballad Sung By H. Plunket Greene To His Old School

Twice three hundred boys were we,

To The Painter Preparing To Draw M.M.H.

© James Shirley

Be not too forward, painter; 'tis

More for thy fame, and art, to miss

Vision Of Columbus - Book 4

© Joel Barlow

In one dark age, beneath a single hand,

Thus rose an empire in the savage land.

Hebe

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

YOUTH! thou art a lovely time,
With thy wild and dreaming eyes;
Looking onwards to their prime,
Coloured by their April skies,
Yet I do not wish for thee,
Pass, oh! quickly pass from me.

An Elegy Upon The Death Of Dr. Donne, Dean Of Paul's

© Thomas Carew

Here lies a king, that rul'd as he thought fit
The universal monarchy of wit;
Here lie two flamens, and both those, the best,
Apollo's first, at last, the true God's priest.

Loves Voyage

As once I sat upon the shore
There came to me a fairy boat,
A bark I never saw before,
Whose coming I had failed to note,

To a Child Blowing Bubbles

Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiled
Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs:
Ah! that once more I were a careless child! ~ COLERIDGE.

The Borough. Letter VI: Professions--Law

"TRADES and Professions"--these are themes the Muse,

Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;

The Vale of Shanganah

When I have knelt in the temple of Duty,

Worshipping honour and valour and beauty-

France--December 1870

Henceforth of her the Gods are known,
Open to them her breast is laid.
Inveterate of brain, heart-valiant,
Never did fairer creature pant
Before the altar and the blade!