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Hakon's Lay

© James Russell Lowell

Then Thorstein looked at Hakon, where he sate,

Mute as a cloud amid the stormy hall,

At The Parting Of The Ways

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Here our roads part. Go thou by thy green valley,
Thy youth before thee and the river Nile.
My path lies o'er the desert, and my galley
Has rougher seas to plough (and days) the while.

Music And Sweet Poetry

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

How sweet it is to sit and read the tales
Of mighty poets and to hear the while
Sweet music, which when the attention fails
Fills the dim pause--

The Song Of Luddy-Dud

© Eugene Field

A sunbeam comes a-creeping

Into my dear one's nest,

Jacob Homniums Hoss

© William Makepeace Thackeray

One sees in Viteall Yard,
Vere pleacemen do resort,
A wenerable hinstitute,
'Tis call'd the Pallis Court.
A gent as got his i on it,
I think 'twill make some sport.

Many here knew and loved thee--I nor loved,
Scarce knew--yet in thy place a shadow glides,
And a face shapes itself from empty air,
Watching the dancers, grave and quiet-eyed--
Eyes that now see the angels evermore,
Amiel, Amiel.

Flirtation

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Yes, leave my side to flirt with Maude,

To gaze into her eyes,

The Tree Of Knowledge

© Abraham Cowley

THAT THERE IS NO KNOWLEDGE.

Against the Dogmatists.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude IV.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"A pleasant and a winsome tale,"

The Student said, "though somewhat pale

The Flies

© Matthew Prior

Say, sire of insects, mighty Sol,

(A fly upon the chariot-pole

The Brus Book I

© John Barbour

Storys to rede ar delatibill
Suppos that thai be nocht bot fabill,
Than suld storys that suthfast wer

The New Wife and the Old

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Dark the halls, and cold the feast,
Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.
All is over, all is done,
Twain of yesterday are one!
Blooming girl and manhood gray,
Autumn in the arms of May!

The Secrets Of Divine Love Are To Be Kept

© William Cowper

Sun! stay thy course, this moment stay--
Suspend the o'er flowing tide of day,
Divulge not such a love as mine,
Ah! hide the mystery divine;
Lest man, who deems my glory shame,
Should learn the secret of my flame.

With An Armchair

© James Russell Lowell

I.

About the oak that framed this chair, of old

Towns

I have come back from the wide sea,

To breathe the narrow dust again,

Stranger

© Hristo Botev

Hurry, stranger, quickly come
to your father's home at last,
do a dance before his home,
join the dance the pass across.

The Things That Cause A Quiet Life

© Henry Howard

My friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain,
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;

The Pylons

The secret of these hills was stone, and cottages
Of that stone made,
And crumbling roads
That turned on sudden hidden villages

To Mrs. Unwin

Mary! I want a lyre with other strings,
Such aid from heaven as some have feigned they drew.
An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new
And undebased by praise of meaner things,