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The Battle Of The Lake Regillus

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

A Lay Sung at the Feast of Castor and Pollux on the Ides of Quintilis in the year of the City CCCCLI.

I.

But when that other heard, "It is the end,"
His heart was sick, and he, as by a power
Far stronger than himself, was driven to her.
Reason rebelled against it, but his will
Required it of him with a craving strong
As life, and passionate though hopeless pain.

The Emulation

© Sarah Fyge

Say, Tyrant Custom, why must we obey

The impositions of thy haughty Sway;

Don Juan: Canto The Seventh

© George Gordon Byron

O Love! O Glory! what are ye who fly

Around us ever, rarely to alight?

To The Authoress Of "Aurora Leigh"

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Were Shakspeare born a twin, his lunar twin

(Not of the golden but the silver bow)

The Prince's Progress

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Till all sweet gums and juices flow,
Till the blossom of blossoms blow,
The long hours go and come and go,
The bride she sleepeth, waketh, sleepeth,
Waiting for one whose coming is slow:
Hark! the bride weepeth.

Easter-Day

© Robert Browning

XXXII.
Then did the Form expand, expand
I knew Him through the dread disguise,
As the whole God within his eyes
Embraced me.

Shakespeares Grave

© Robinson Jeffers

Doggerel," he thought, "will do for church-wardens,

Poetry's precious enough not to be wasted,"

To an Antiquated Coquette

© Charles Sackville

Phyllis, if you will not agree

To give me back my liberty,

The Improvisatore, Or, 'John Anderson, My Jo, John'

© 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.

The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 2

© Publius Vergilius Maro

ALL were attentive to the godlike man,

When from his lofty couch he thus began:

Good Friday

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Am I a stone and not a sheep
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Canticle Of The Shining Ones

© Giordano Bruno

"Nothing I envy, Jove, from this thy sky,"
Spake Neptune thus, and raised his lofty crest.
"God of the waves," said Jove, "thy pride runs high;
What more wouldst add to own thy stern behest?"

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XXI

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

HIS BONDAGE TO MANON IS BROKEN
From this day forth I lead another life,
Another life! A life without a tear!
To--day has ended the unequal strife;

Idyll XV. The Festival of Adonis

© Theocritus

PRAXINOAe.
Yes, Gorgo dear! At last!
That you're here now's a marvel! See to a chair,
A cushion, Eunoae!

For An Allegorical Dance Of Women By Andrea Mantegna

(In the Louvre)

SCARCELY, I think; yet it indeed may be

The Witch of Hebron

Of golden lamps, showed many a treasure rare
Of Indian and Armenian workmanship
Which might have seemed a wonder of the world:
And trains of servitors of every clime,
Greeks, Persians, Indians, Ethiopians,
In richest raiment thronged the spacious halls.