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Summer Evening
The sinking sun is taking leave, And sweetly gilds the edge of Eve, While huddling clouds of purple dye Gloomy hang the western sky. Crows crowd croaking over head, Hastening to the woods to bed. Cooi
88. The Author’s Earnest Cry and Prayer
YE Irish lords, ye knights an’ squires, Wha represent our brughs an’ shires, An’ doucely manage our affairs In parliament, To you a simple poet’s pray’rs Are hu
To Think of Time.
1 TO think of time—of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess’d you yourself would not continue? Have you dreaded these earth-beetles? Have you
Monna Innominata: A Sonnet of Sonnets
1 Lo dм che han detto a' dolci amici addio. - Dante Amor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci! - Petrarca Come back to me, who wait and watch for you:-- Or come not yet, for it is over then, And long it
Satire II.
'Quid vetat et nosmet Lucilî scripta legentes Quaerere, num illius, num rerum dura negârit Versiculos natura magis factos, et euntes Mollius?' HOR. THE SATIRES OF DR JOHN DONNE, DEAN OF ST PAUL'S, V
Messiah.
A SACRED ECLOGUE, IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL'S 'POLLIO.' Ye Nymphs of Solyma! begin the song: To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong. The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades, The dreams of Pindus
Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that p
English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers; a Satire
Still must I hear?--shall hoarse FITZGERALD bawl His creaking couplets in a tavern hall, And I not sing, lest, haply, Scotch Reviews Should dub me scribbler, and denounce my _Muse?_ Prepare for rhyme-
Andrea Del Sarto (Called "the Faultless Painter")
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia! bear with me for once: Sit down and all shall happen as you wish. You turn your face, but does it bring your heart? I'll work then for your friend'
Ruins of Rome, by Bellay
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the which shall never die Through your fair verses, ne in ashes rest; If so be shrilling
Letter to Maria Gisborne
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be In poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree; The silk-worm in the dark green mulberry leaves His winding sheet and cradle ever weaves; So I, a thing whom mora
Eloisa to Abelard.
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heavenly-pensive Contemplation dwells, And ever-musing Melancholy reigns, What means this tumult in a vestal's veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this la
Rabbi Ben Ezra
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be
L'AMITIÉ, Est L'AMOUR Sans Ailes
Why should my anxious breast repine, Because my youth is fled? Days of delight may still be mine; Affection is not dead. In tracing back the years of youth, One firm record, one lasting truth Ce
87. The Twa Dogs
’TWAS 1 in that place o’ Scotland’s isle, That bears the name o’ auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day in June, When wearin’ thro’ the afternoon, Twa dogs, that were na thrang at hame, Forgather’d ance upo
Revenge
'Ah! quit me not yet, for the wind whistles shrill, Its blast wanders mournfully over the hill, The thunder's wild voice rattles madly above, You will not then, cannot then, leave me my love.--' I mu
The Song of Hiawatha: X
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows, Useless each without the other!" Thus the you
A Sketch
"Honest--honest Iago! If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee." Shakespeare. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred, Promoted thence to deck her mi
Granta. a Medley
(Reply of the Pythian Oracle to Philip of Macedon.) Oh! could LE SAGE'S demon's gift Be realis'd at my desire, This night my trembling form he'd lift To place it on St. Mary's spire. Then would,
Childish Recollections
"I cannot but remember such things were, And were most dear to me." 'Macbeth' When slow Disease, with all her host of Pains, Chills the warm tide, which flows along the veins; When Health, aff
Parisina
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the
Charles the First
SCENE 1: THE MASQUE OF THE INNS OF COURT. A PURSUIVANT: Place, for the Marshal of the Masque! FIRST CITIZEN: What thinkest thou of this quaint masque which turns, Like morning from the shadow of the
The Two Foscari
ACT I. SCENE I.--_A Hall in the Ducal Palace_. _Enter_ LOREDANO _and_ BARBARIGO, _meeting_. _Lor._ WHERE is the prisoner? _Bar._ Reposing from The Question. _Lor
Peter Bell the Third. by Miching Mallecho, Esq
Is it a party in a parlour, Crammed just as they on earth were crammed, Some sipping punch--some sipping tea; But, as you by their faces see, All silent, and all--damned! "Peter Bell", by W. WORDSWORT