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The Curse Upon Edward

© Thomas Gray

Edward, lo! to sudden fate
(Weave we the woof. The thread is spun)
Half of thy heart we consecrate.
(The web is wove. The work is done.)

The Progress of Poesy

© Thomas Gray

A Pindaric OdeAwake, Aeolian lyre, awake,
And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take:

Sonnet On The Death Of Mr Richard West

© Thomas Gray

In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,
And redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire:
The birds in vain their amorous descant join;
Or cheerful fields resume their green attire:

The Fatal Sisters

© Thomas Gray

Now the storm begins to lower,
(Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!)
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darkened air.

On The Death Of A Favourite Cat, Drowned In A Tub Of Gold Fishes

© Thomas Gray

'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers that blow,
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima, reclined,
Gazed on the lake below.

Hymn To Adversity

© Thomas Gray

Daughter of Jove, relentless Power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The Bad affright, afflict the Best!

The Quids

© Laura Riding Jackson

But I know, with a quid inside of me,
But I know what a quid's disguise is like,
Being one myself,
The gymnastic device
That a quid puts on for exercise.

The Poet's Corner

© Laura Riding Jackson

And loveliness?
Death has an understanding of it
Loyal to many flags
And is a silent ally of any country
Beset in its mortal heart
With immortal poetry.

In Due Form

© Laura Riding Jackson

I do not doubt you.
I know you love me.
It is a fact of your indoor face,
A true fancy of your muscularity.

With The Face

© Laura Riding Jackson

With the face goes a mirror
As with the mind a world.
Likeness tells the doubting eye
That strangeness is not strange.

The Simple Line

© Laura Riding Jackson

The secrets of the mind convene splendidly,
Though the mind is meek.
To be aware inwardly
of brain and beauty

The World And I

© Laura Riding Jackson

This is not exactly what I mean
Any more than the sun is the sun.
But how to mean more closely
If the sun shines but approximately?

Yes And No

© Laura Riding Jackson

Across a continent imaginary
Because it cannot be discovered now
Upon this fully apprehended planet
No more applicants considered,
Alas, alas

Troilus And Criseyde: Book 04

'For thilke day that I for cherisshinge
Or drede of fader, or of other wight,
Or for estat, delyt, or for weddinge,
Be fals to yow,

'As wel thou mightest lyen on Alceste,
That was of creatures, but men lye,
That ever weren, kindest and the beste.
For whanne hir housbonde was in Iupartye
To dye him-self, but-if she wolde dye,
She che

Troilus And Criseyde: Book 03

Incipit prohemium tercii libri.O blisful light of whiche the bemes clere
Adorneth al the thridde hevene faire!
O sonnes lief, O Ioves doughter dere,
Plesaunce of love, O goodly debonaire,

The Sompnour's Tale

1. Carrack: A great ship of burden used by the Portuguese; the
name is from the Italian, "cargare," to load

Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01

The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen,
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
In lovinge, how his aventures fellen
Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye,