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Homer's Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. Book I

© Thomas Parnell

So pass'd Europa thro' the rapid Sea,
Trembling and fainting all the vent'rous Way;
With oary Feet the Bull triumphant rode,
And safe in Crete depos'd his lovely Load.
Ah safe at last! may thus the Frog support
My trembling Limbs to reach his ample Court.

Paradise Regain'd: Book III (1671)

© Patrick Kavanagh

SO spake the Son of God, and Satan stood

A while as mute confounded what to say,

The Recluse - Book First

© William Wordsworth

HOME AT GRASMERE
ONCE to the verge of yon steep barrier came
A roving school-boy; what the adventurer's age
Hath now escaped his memory--but the hour,

A Patriotic Creed

© Edgar Albert Guest

To serve my country day by day
At any humble post I may;
To honor and respect her flag,
To live the traits of which I brag;
To be American in deed
As well as in my printed creed.

Paradise Lost: Book IX (1674)

© Patrick Kavanagh

To whom the Virgin Majestie of Eve,
As one who loves, and some unkindness meets,
With sweet austeer composure thus reply'd,

To Mr Brown On His Book Against T---

© Thomas Parnell

Giddy wth fond ambition, mad wth pride,
Apostate angells once ev'n heavn defi'de;
Avenging heavn its hottest bolts prepard,
And hell and thunder provd their sad reward.

Proem.

© Robert Crawford

I only knew one poet in my life.
BROWNING.
I have not known a poet but myself,
If I'm indeed one, as I ought to be,

Psalm 51

© Mary Sidney Herbert

O Lord, whose grace no limits comprehend;

Sweet Lord, whose mercies stand from measure free;

Rewards Of Earth

© Fulke Greville

REWARDS of earth, Nobility and Fame,
To senses glory and to conscience woe,
How little be you for so great a name?
Yet less is he with men what thinks you so.
For earthly power, that stands by fleshly wit,
Hath banished that truth which should govern it.

The Book Of Paradise - The Seven Sleepers

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

And the sheep-dog will not leave them,--
Scared away, his foot all-mangled,
To his master still he presses,
And he joins the hidden party,
Joins the favorites of slumber.

The Bridal of the Year

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Yes! the Summer is returning,

Warmer, brighter beams are burning

Sonnet XXIV. The Seceders. 1.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

FAR from the pure Castalian fount our feet
Have strayed away where daily we unlearn
How Truth is one with Beauty. For we turn
No more to hear the strains we sprang to greet

A Legend of Service

© Henry Van Dyke

It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!)

To hear, one day, report from those who came

Don Juan: Canto 11

© Lord Byron

I

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"

The Empty Dance Shoes

My friends,
As it has been proven in the laboratory,
An empty pair of dance shoes
Will sit on the floor like a wart
Until it is given a reason to move.

Chanson dAmour

© Gace Brulé

This absence from my own countrys

So long, it brings me to deaths door,

Poems On Beauty

Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony
which is in the universal being;
truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind.

Ode to Duty

© André Breton

Jam non consilio bonus, sed more eo perductus, ut non tantum recte facere possim, sed nisi recte facere non possim"
"I am no longer good through deliberate intent, but by long habit have reached a point where I am not only able to do right, but am unable to do anything but what is right."
(Seneca, Letters 120.10)