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The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part I

© Mathilde Blind

"Earth, earth on the mouth of Oran, that he may blab no more." Gaelic Proverb.

Shakuntala Act IV

© Kalidasa

ACT IV

SCENE A LAWN before the Cottage.

S I W

© Wilfred Owen

I will to the King,
And offer him consolation in his trouble,
For that man there has set his teeth to die,
And being one that hates obedience,
Discipline, and orderliness of life,
I cannot mourn him.

The Trumpet Call

© Alfred Noyes

Trumpeter, sound for the last Crusade!
Sound for the fire of the red-cross kings,
Sound for the passion, the splendour, the pity
That swept the world for a dead Man's sake,

To my dead friend Ben Johnson

© Henry King

I see that wreath which doth the wearer arm
'Gainst the quick strokes of thunder, is no charm
To keep off deaths pale dart. For, Johnson then
Thou hadst been number'd still with living men.

The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - The Promised Land

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

As on this world the young man turns his eyes,
When forced to try the dark sea of the grave,
Thus did we gaze upon that Paradise,
Fading, as we were borne across the wave.

The Duellist - Book III

© Charles Churchill

Ah me! what mighty perils wait

The man who meddles with a state,

'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling;
I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep me from falling. Mine eyes are open but they cannot see for gloom of night:
I can no more than lift my heart to thee for inward light. The wild and fiery passion of my youth consumes my soul;
In agony I turn to thee for truth and self-control. For Passion and all the pleasures it can give will die the death;

Psalm LXXXV. (85)

© John Milton

Thy Land to favour graciously
Thou hast not Lord been slack,
Thou hast from hard Captivity
Returned Jacob back.

The Dance To Death. Act I

© Emma Lazarus

This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to the
memory of George Eliot, the illustrious writer, who did most among
the artists of our day towards elevating and ennobling the spirit
of Jewish nationality.

The Improvisatore

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here he comes. Kate has a favour
to ask of you, Sir ; it is that you will repeat the ballad [Believe me if
all those endearing young charms.--EHC's ? note] that Mr. ____ sang so
sweetly.

From 'Religious Musings'

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

ITHERE is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind,
Omnific. His most holy name is Love.
Truth of subliming import! with the which
Who feeds and saturates his constant soul,

To The Rev. George Coleridge

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Notus in fratres animi paterni.
Hor. Carm. lib.II.2.A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed
His youth and early manhood in the stir
And turmoil of the world, retreats at length,

The Lost Battle

© Alfred Noyes

It is not over yet-the fight
Where those immortal dreamers failed.
They stormed the citadels of night,
And the night praised them-and prevailed.

To William Wordsworth

Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good !
Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)

Two Visions

The curtains of the Night were folded
Over suspended sense;
So that the things I saw were moulded
I know not how nor whence.

The Captivity

FIRST PROPHET.
AIR.
Our God is all we boast below,
To him we turn our eyes;
And every added weight of woe
Shall make our homage rise.

Fears In Solitude

[Image][Image][Image][Image][Image] May my fears,
My filial fears, be vain ! and may the vaunts
And menace of the vengeful enemy
Pass like the gust, that roared and died away
In the distant tree : which heard, and only heard
In this low dell, bowed not the delicate grass.