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A Simile

© William Shenstone

What village but has sometimes seen

The clumsy shape, the frightful mien,

Demon

© Alexander Pushkin

In bygone days when life's array -

The sweet song of the nightingale

Sonnet XLVI: Parted Love

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

What shall be said of this embattled day

And armèd occupation of this night

Our ship lay tumbling in an angry sea,
Her rudder gone, her mainmast o'er the side;
Her scuppers, from the waves' clutch staggering free,
Trailed threads of priceless crimson through the tide;
Sails, shrouds, and spars with pirate cannon torn,
We lay, awaiting morn.

Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Raven in a White Chine

© Jean Ingelow

I saw when I looked up, on either hand,
A pale high chalk-cliff, reared aloft in white;
A narrowing rent soon closed toward the land,—
Toward the sea, an open yawning bight.

The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. April

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

TROUT--FISHING
This morning, through my window, half awake,
I felt the south wind blow; and presently,
With a tumultuous thrill and then a shake,

Prayers For Wind

© John Gould Fletcher

Let the winds come,

And bury our feet in the sands of seven deserts;

In The Carolina Woods

© Padraic Colum

Not in a cavern where the winds
Trample with battle-call,
But in these woods where branch and branch
From tree and tree let fall
Not moss, but grey and cobweb beards,
Kings' cabalistic beards!

The Welcome tent

© Henry Van Dyke

This is the thanksgiving of the weary,

The song of him that is ready to rest.

The Battle

© Madison Julius Cawein

BLACK clouds hung low and heavy,
Above the sunset glare;
And in the garden dimly
We wandered here and there.

Anhelli - Chapter 4

© Juliusz Slowacki

Then, when they had taken off the coffin lids, Anhelli shuddered,
seeing that the dead were still in chains, and he said :
"Shaman, lo I am afraid lest these martyrs may never rise from the dead.

Storm

© Madison Julius Cawein

I looked into the night and saw
GOD writing with tumultuous flame
Upon the thunder's front of awe,--
As on sonorous brass,--the Law,
Terrific, of HIS judgement name.

Sonnets Of Old Egypt

© John Le Gay Brereton

I

The Sphinx

Gilderoy

THE smith who made the manacles,
With bar and bolt, and link and ring,
Sang out above his hearty blows
"I can't have grief for everything."

Idyll XXVII. A Countryman's Wooing

© Theocritus

Thus interchanging whispered talk the pair,
Their faces all aglow, long lingered there.
At length the hour arrived when they must part.
With downcast eyes, but sunshine in her heart,
She went to tend her flock; while Daphnis ran
Back to his herded bulls, a happy man.

T'is So Much Joy

T is so much joy! T is so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
This side the victory!