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Verses on Sir Joshua Reynold's Painted Window at New College, Oxford

Reynolds, 'tis thine, from the broad window's height,
To add new lustre to religious light:
Not of its pomp to strip this ancient shrine,
But bid that pomp with purer radiance shine:
With arts unknown before, to reconcile
The willing Graces to the Gothic pile.

The Emigrants: Book II

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to the North of the Weald of Sussex. Time, an Afternoon in April, 1793.

The Emigrants: Book I

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of

Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.

Sonnet XLIV: Press'd by the Moon

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides,

While the loud equinox its power combines,

To Virgil, Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the N

© Alfred Tennyson

Poet of the happy Tityrus
piping underneath his beechen bowers;
Poet of the poet-satyr
whom the laughing shepherd bound with flowers;

Song of the Lotos-Eaters

© Alfred Tennyson

THERE is sweet music here that softer falls

Than petals from blown roses on the grass,

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By night we linger'd on the lawn

© Alfred Tennyson

While now we sang old songs that peal'd
From knoll to knoll, where, couch'd at ease,
The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees
Laid their dark arms about the field.

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 39. Old warder of these buried bones

© Alfred Tennyson

Old warder of these buried bones,

And answering now my random stroke

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131. O living will that shalt endure

© Alfred Tennyson

O true and tried, so well and long,
Demand not thou a marriage lay;
In that it is thy marriage day
Is music more than any song.

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105. To-night ungather'd let us leave

© Alfred Tennyson

Let cares that petty shadows cast,
By which our lives are chiefly proved,
A little spare the night I loved,
And hold it solemn to the past.

Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Coming Of Arthur

Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none other child;
And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.