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I Wish I Had A Quiet Tomb

© Louisa May Alcott

"I wish I had a quiet tomb,
Beside a little rill;
Where birds, and bees, and butterflies,
Would sing upon the hill."

The Child Of The Islands - Conclusion

© Caroline Norton

I.
MY lay is ended! closed the circling year,
From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night;
The moan of sorrow, and the sigh of fear,

Alexander And Lycon

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

What, no crown won,
These two whole years,
By man of fortitude beyond his peers,
In Thrace or Macedon?

Daniel. A Sacred Drama

© Hannah More

Persons of the Drama.
Darius, King of Media and Babylon.
Pharnaces, Courtier, Enemy to Daniel.
Soranus, dido.
Araspes, A Young Median Lord, Friend and Convert to Daniel
Daniel.

Green

© Paul Verlaine

See, blossoms, branches, fruit, leaves I have brought,
And then my heart that for you only sighs;
With those white hands of yours, oh, tear it not,
But let the poor gift prosper in your eyes.

E'en till the woods and hamlets down below,
And summer meadows, were all broad and clear;
The river, moving statelily and slow,
A crimson ribbon in the sunset glow-
The dim, white, distant city strangely near.

The Hermit

© James Beattie

At the close of day, when the hamlet is still,

And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,

Breeze And Billow

© Albert Durrant Watson

A FAIR blue sky,
A far blue sea,
Breeze o'er the billows blowing!
The deeps of night o'er the waters free,
With mute appeal to the soul of me
In billows and breezes flowing;

Elegy Written in a Country Coal-Bin

© Christopher Morley

THE furnace tolls the knell of falling steam,
The coal supply is virtually done,
And at this price, indeed it does not seem
As though we could afford another ton.

The Aeneid (excerpts)

© Gavin Douglas

THE FIRST BUIK OF ENEADOSCAP. XII
Eneas first excusis him, and syne
Addressis to rehers Troys rwyne.

On Observing Some Names Of Little Note Recorded In The Biographia Britannica

© William Cowper

Oh fond attempt to give a deathless lot,

To names ignoble, born to be forgot!

Soneto de Natal

© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

Um homem, era aquela noite amiga,
Noite cristã, berço do Nazareno,
Ao relembrar os dias de pequeno,
E a viva dança, e a lépida cantiga,

Song Of Proserpine While Gathering Flowers On The Plain Of Enna

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth,
Thou from whose immortal bosom
Gods, and men, and beasts have birth,

Why Dost Thou Shade Thy Lovely Face?

Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? Oh, why

Does that eclipsing hand so long deny

The Widow Gordon's Petition

© Mary Barber

Weary'd with long Attendance on the Court,
You, Madam, are the Wretch's last Resort.
Eternal King! if here in vain I cry,
Where shall the Fatherless and Widow fly?

The Old Land And The Young Land

The Young Land said, ``I have borne it long,
But can suffer it now no more;
I must end this endless inhuman wrong
Within hail of my own free shore.
So fling out the war-flag's folds, and let the righteous cannons roar!''