To The Right Honourable Sir Robert Carr, Viscount Rochester, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, and One Of His Majesty's Most Honourable Privy Council.

The greatest of the kingly race is gone,

The Sorcerer: Act II

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Scene-Exterior of Sir Marmaduke's mansion by moonlight. All the
peasantry are discovered asleep on the ground, as at the end
of Act I.

The Tenth Olympic Ode Of Pindar

© Henry James Pye

To Agesidamus, son of Archestratus, an Epizephyrian Locrian, on his Victory obtained by the Cæstus. ARGUMENT. The Poet begins the Ode by apologising to Agesidamus, for having so long delayed composing it, after promising to do it. He then compliments him upon his country, and consoles him for being worsted at the beginning of the contest, till encouraged by Ilias, by relating the same circumstance of Hercules and Patroclus. He then describes the institution of the Olympic Games, by Hercules, after the victory he obtained over Augeas, and the sons of Neptune and Molione; and enumerates those who won the first Prizes in the Athletic Exercises. He then, returning to Agesidamus, and congratulating him on having a Poet to sing his exploits, though after some delay, concludes with praising him for his strength and beauty.

STROPHE I.

"Phoebus was gone, all gone, his journey over"

© Pierre Reverdy

Phoebus was gone, all gone, his journey over.
His sister was riding high: nothing bridled her.
Her light was falling, shining into woods and rivers.
Wild animals opened their jaws wide, stirred to prey.
But in the human world all was sleep, pause, relaxation, torpor.

A Letter From Palestine

© Alice Guerin Crist

A letter from The East it came today,

And all the house is lightened of its gloom:

Akiba

© Katha Pollitt

THE WAY OUT

The Foot-Path

© James Russell Lowell

It mounts athwart the windy hill
Through sallow slopes of upland bare,
And Fancy climbs with foot-fall still
Its narrowing curves that end in air.

Marjories Wooing

© Emma Lazarus

THE corn was yellow upon the cliffs,
The fluttering grass was green to see,
The waves were blue as the sky above,
And the sun it was shining merrily.

The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Second

© Mark Akenside

Till all its orbs and all its worlds of fire
Be loosen'd from their seats; yet still serene,
The unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck;
And ever stronger as the storms advance,
Firm through the closing ruin holds his way,
Where nature calls him to the destin'd goal.

Sonnet XVIII: On the Late Massacre in Piemont

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones

Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold,

Holy Sonnets: Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear

© John Donne

Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear.

What! is it she which on the other shore

The Nails

I gave you sorrow to hang on your wall

Like a calendar in one color.

Australia To England

© John Farrell

What of the years of Englishmen?

What have they brought of growth and grace

Memorial Verses April 1850

Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece,
Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease.
But one such death remain'd to come;
The last poetic voice is dumb
We stand to-day by Wordsworth's tomb.