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The Devil's Walk. A Ballad
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose,
With care his sweet person adorning,
He put on his Sunday clothes.
Invocation
© Arthur Symons
I pray to the old kindness of the Earth,
Which is a spirit moving in the world,
To An Importunate Ghost
© James Whitcomb Riley
Get gone, thou most uncomfortable ghost!
Thou really dost annoy me with thy thin
On Sanazar's Being Honoured With Six hundred Duckets By The
© Richard Lovelace
Twas a blith prince exchang'd five hundred crowns
For a fair turnip. Dig, dig on, O clowns
But how this comes about, Fates, can you tell,
This more then Maid of Meurs, this miracle?
Hebe
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
YOUTH! thou art a lovely time,
With thy wild and dreaming eyes;
Looking onwards to their prime,
Coloured by their April skies,
Yet I do not wish for thee,
Pass, oh! quickly pass from me.
The Supper Of Armor
© Théophile Gautier
Bjorn, a strange cnobite,
On the plateau of a bare rock,
Inhabits, out of the world and time,
The tower of a fortress demolished.
Strange That The Godless Prosper
© Sophocles
STRANGE is it that the godless, who have sprung
From evil-doers, should fare prosperously,
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
'Twas thus with my Natalia, suppliant soul,
Who loved young Adrian to her heart's despite,
And loved him dearly, yet could not cajole
Her fears of ill nor use her woman's right
The Elf Singing
© William Allingham
An Elf sat on a twig,
He was not very big,
He sang a little song,
He did not think it wrong;
But he was on a Wizard's ground,
Who hated all sweet sound.
An Elegy Upon The Death Of Dr. Donne, Dean Of Paul's
© Thomas Carew
Here lies a king, that rul'd as he thought fit
The universal monarchy of wit;
Here lie two flamens, and both those, the best,
Apollo's first, at last, the true God's priest.
LA DISPENZA DER MADRIMONIO (The marriage Licence)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Quella stradaccia me la sò lograta:
Ma quanti passi me ce fussi fatto
Nun c'era da ottené pe gnisun patto
De potemme sposà co mi' cuggnata.
On Jordan's Banks
© George Gordon Byron
On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray,
On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray,
The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai's steep -
Yet there - even there - Oh God! thy thunders sleep:
A Child's Evening Prayer
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
God grant me grace my prayers to say:
O God! preserve my mother dear
In strength and health for many a year;
For The Reader's Ear
© Jose Asuncion Silva
No, that was not passion,
It was the vague tenderness
Inspired by a sickly child,
Lang syne, and moon pale nights.
Loves Voyage
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
As once I sat upon the shore
There came to me a fairy boat,
A bark I never saw before,
Whose coming I had failed to note,
Inscription For A Moss-House In The Shrubbery At Weston
© William Cowper
Here, free from riot's hated noise,
Be mine, ye calmer, purer joys,
The Prevalence Of Custom
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
A Female, to a Drunkard marry'd,
When all her other Arts miscarry'd,
