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The Folly of Brown - By a General Agent

© William Schwenck Gilbert

I knew a boor - a clownish card
(His only friends were pigs and cows and
The poultry of a small farmyard),
Who came into two hundred thousand.

The Four Seasons : Summer

© James Thomson

From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
He comes attended by the sultry Hours,

Nay tell me not that, with shivering fear,
You shrink from the thought of wintering here;
That the cold intense of our winter-time
Is severe as that of Siberian clime,
And, if wishes could waft you across the sea,
You, to-night, in your English home would be.

Mary and Gabriel

© Rupert Brooke

Young Mary, loitering once her garden way,
Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day,
As wine that blushes water through. And soon,
Out of the gold air of the afternoon,

A Hymn to Contentment

© Thomas Parnell

Lovely, lasting peace, appear!
This world itself, if thou art here,
Is once again with Eden blest,
And man contains it in his breast.

Tale XVIII

© George Crabbe

THE WAGER.

Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,

Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening

© Rupert Brooke

I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky,
And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover,
And heard the waves, and the seagull's mocking cry.

The Lost Range

© Henry Herbert Knibbs

Only a few of us understood his ways and his outfit queer,

His saddle horse and his pack-horse, as lean as a winter steer,

Reflections IV.

© Samuel Rogers

This Child, so lovely and so cherub-like,
(No fairer spirit in the heaven of heavens)
Say, must he know remorse? must Passion come,
Passion in all or any of its shapes,

To Whom It May Concern

© Erica Jong

that nobody
gives it to you,
not even me
to you,

Vision Of Columbus - Book 1

© Joel Barlow

Oh, lend thy friendly shroud to veil my sight,
That these pain'd eyes may dread no more the light,
These welcome shades conclude my instant doom,
And this drear mansion moulder to a tomb

The Missionary - Canto Third

© William Lisle Bowles

Come,--for the sun yet hangs above the bay,--

And whilst our time may brook a brief delay

Song To Diana

© Benjamin Jonson

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

Queen and Huntress

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.