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Hate

© Edgar Albert Guest

They say we must not hate, nor fight in hate.

I've thought it over many a solemn hour,

Idle Blessedness

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I KNOW not how it is, I have the knack,

In lazy moods, of seeking no excuse;

A Sweet Pastoral

© Nicholas Breton

Good Muse, rock me asleep
With some sweet harmony;
The weary eye is not to keep
Thy wary company.

All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds,
Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,
I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter;
But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curb-reins;
And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him.

To Seem the Stranger Lies My Lot

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life

Among strangers. Father and mother dear,

" As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest"

© William Wordsworth

As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest

While from the Papal Unity there came,

Joy In Martyrdom

© William Cowper

Sweet tenants of this grove!

Who sing without design,

Love-Trilogy

© Mathilde Blind

I.
SHE stood against the Orient sun,
Her face inscrutable for light;
A myriad larks in unison
Sang o'er her, soaring out of sight.

Naples And Venice

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Thou, who to that lofty terrace, lov'st on summer--eve to go,
Tell me, Poet! what Thou seest,--what Thou hearest, there below!

To Joy

© Edmund Blunden

Is not this enough for moan

To see this babe all motherless -

The Sky-Lark

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

THE Sky-lark, when the dews of morn
Hang tremulous on flower and thorn,
And violets round his nest exhale
Their fragrance on the early gale,
To the first sunbeam spreads his wings,
Buoyant with joy, and soars, and sings.