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A Pepys' "Diary"

© Henry Austin Dobson

You ask me what was his intent?
In truth, I'm not a German;
'Tis plain though that he neither meant
A Lecture nor a Sermon.

Can't

© Edgar Albert Guest

Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;

Doing more harm here than slander and lies;

Strophes

© Kostas Karyotakis

1.
For twenty years I gambled
with books instead of cards;
for twenty years I gambled

The Ages

© William Cullen Bryant

I.

When to the common rest that crowns our days,

Pallas, whose hand can through each devious road
Conduct your steps to Victory's bright abode,
Teach you success in every hour to find,
And for each season form the Hero's mind,
Shall now in verse the prudent art disclose,
To guard your peaceful quarter's calm repose.

May Asda (From The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger)

© George Borrow

May Asda is gone to the merry green wood;
Like flax was each tress on her temples that stood;
Her cheek like the rose-leaf that perfumes the air;
Her form, like the lily-stalk, graceful and fair:

Guilt And Sorrow, Or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain

© William Wordsworth

I
A TRAVELLER on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
Pursued his vagrant way, with feet half bare;
Stooping his gait, but not as if to gain

Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts III.-V.

© John Logan

What venerable father stands aghast
In yonder porch? Beneath the weight of years,
And crush of sorrow to the earth he bends.
He wrings his hands; casts a wild look to heaven,
And rends his hoary locks. He comes this way.
Heavens, it is Albemarle!-

Aunt Dorothy's Lecture

© Ada Cambridge

Come, go and practise-get your work-

Do something, Nelly, pray.

The Mortal Lease

© Edith Wharton

Because we have this knowledge in our veins,
Shall we deny the journeys gathered lore
The great refusals and the long disdains,
The stubborn questing for a phantom shore,
The sleepless hopes and memorable pains,
And all mortalitys immortal gains?

Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt)

© Alfred Tennyson

To whom the King, "Peace to thine eagle-borne
Dead nestling, and this honour after death,
Following thy will! but, O my Queen, I muse
Why ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone
Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn,
And Lancelot won, methought, for thee to wear."

Paradise Lost : Book VII.

© John Milton

Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name

If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine

Greeting Poem

There was a sound in the wind to-day,

Like a joyous cymbal ringing!

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 05

LXIV

"For lo a knight, that had a gate to ward,

To the true patronesse of all Poetrie,

Beauty And The Beast

© Charles Lamb

"My Lord, I swear upon my knees,
"I did not mean to harm your trees;
"But a lov'd Daughter, fair as spring,
"Intreated me a Rose to bring;
"O didst thou know, my lord, the Maid!"-