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Pieter Marinus

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

So, when my time comes, send no angels down
With lutes, and harps, and foreign instruments,
To pipe old Pieter's spirit up to heaven
Past his tall namesake sturdy at his post.

The Cliffs

© Henry Lawson

They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland,
But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand;
And I long to wander and dream and doubt
Where the cliffs by the ocean run out and out.

The Last Walk In Autumn

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I.

O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands

If now in beaded rows drops deck the spray,
While _Phoebus_ grants a momentary ray,
Let but a cloud's broad shadow intervene,
And stiffen'd into gems the drops are seen;
And down the furrow'd oak's broad southern side
Streams of dissolving rime no longer glide.

Marco Bozzaris

© Fitz-Greene Halleck

At midnight, in his guarded tent,

The Turk was dreaming of the hour

The Disturber

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Oh, what shall I do? I am wholly upset;

I am sure I 'll be jailed for a lunatic yet.

Life Is A Dream - Act I

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

THIS TRANSLATION
INTO ENGLISH IMITATIVE VERSE
OF
CALDERON'S MOST FAMOUS DRAMA,

Belshazzar. A Sacred Drama

© Hannah More

Persons of the Drama :--
Belshazzar, King of Babylon.
Nitocris, the Queen-Mother.
Courtiers, Astrologers, Parasites.
Daniel, the Jewish Prophet.
Captive Jews, &c. &c.

To A Lady

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Ah, Lady, if these verses glowed
Warmer than chill appreciation--
If they should lengthen to an "Ode
On Fascination--"

The Nizams Daughter

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

SHE is yet a child in years,
Twelve springs are on her face,
Yet in her slender form appears
The woman's perfect grace.

The Convert's Love

© Thomas Parnell

Blessed Light of saints on high
Who fill the mansions of the sky,
Sure defence, whose mercy still
Preserves thy subjects here from ill,
O my Jesus! make me know
How to pay the thanks I owe.

On The Morning Of Christs Nativity. Compos'd 1629

© John Milton

I.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heavens eternal King,
Of wedded maid and Virgin Mother born,

The Ring And The Book - Chapter XII - The Book And The Ring

© Robert Browning

HERE were the end, had anything an end:

Thus, lit and launched, up and up roared and soared

Black Mousquetaire: A Legend Of France

© Richard Harris Barham

No triumphs flush that haughty brow,-
No proud exulting look is there,-
His eagle glance is humbled now,
As, earthward bent, in anxious care
It seeks the form whose stalwart pride
But yester-morn was by his side!

A Lamantation For The Death Of Sir Maurice Fitzgerald

THERE was lifted up one voice of woe,

One lament of more than mortal grief,

Lines Upon My Sisters Portrait

The castle towers of Bareacres are fair upon the lea,

Where the cliffs of bonny Diddlesex rise up from out the sea:

Dream-March

_Where go the children? Travelling! Travelling_!
_Where go the children, travelling ahead_?
_Some go to kindergarten; some go to day-school_;
_Some go to night-school; and some go to bed_!