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Spring Showers

© James Thomson

The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up
Within his iron cave, th' effusive south
Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven
Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent.

The Lady of Shalott

© Alfred Tennyson

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;

Hymn To Apollo

© John Lyly

Sing to Apollo, god of day,
Whose golden beams with morning play
And make her eyes so brightly shine,
Aurora's face is called divine;

Under The Willows

© James Russell Lowell

Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,

Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,

Time to Come

© Sukanta Bhattacharya

"I am neither dead nor inert

Like the something that's hid

The Beginning

© Rupert Brooke

Some day I shall rise and leave my friends

And seek you again through the world's far ends,

The Contemplative Sentry

© William Schwenck Gilbert

When all night long a chap remains

On sentry-go, to chase monotony

Ballade Des Enfants Sans Souci

© Joseph-Albert-Alexander Glatigny

Pour cette vie effroyable, filee
De mal, de peine, ils te disent: Merci!
Muse, comme eux, avec eux, exilee.
Ayez pitie des Enfants sans souci!

Sirmione

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Give me your hand, Beloved! I cannot see;
So close from shadowy--branching tree to tree
Dark leaves hang over us. How vast and still
Night sleeps! and yet a murmur, a low thrill,

A propos d'Horace

© Victor Marie Hugo

Marchands de grec ! marchands de latin ! cuistres ! dogues!

Philistins ! magisters ! je vous hais, pédagogues !

Of The Nature Of Things: Book IV - Part 02 - Existence And Character Of The Images

© Lucretius

But since I've taught already of what sort

The seeds of all things are, and how distinct

Suppose I take an arrogant bomber, stroke
By stroke, up to the frazzled sun to hear
Sun-ghostlings whisper: Yes, the capital yoke-
Remove it and there's not a ghost to fear
This crucial day, whose decapitate joke
Languidly winds into the inner ear.

A Misty Day

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Heart of my heart, the day is chill,

The mist hangs low o'er the wooded hill,

The Repulse to Alcander

© Sarah Fyge

What is't you mean, that I am thus approach'd,

Dare you to hope, that I may be debauch'd?

The Poet To Death

TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs
Where dhadikulas sing.

The Watcher in the Wood

Deep in the wood's recesses cool
I see the fairy dancers glide,
In cloth of gold, in gown of green,
My lord and lady side by side.

The Vow-Breaker

© Henry King

VVhen first the Magick of thine ey,
Usurpt upon my liberty,
Triumphing in my hearts spoyl, thou
Didst lock up thine in such a vow;

A Worker Reads History

Each page a victory
At whose expense the victory ball?
Every ten years a great man,
Who paid the piper?

To Jean Ingelow

BRAVE lyrist! like the sky-lark, heaven-possessed,
Thy glance is sunward; and thy soul grown wise,
Fronts the full splendor of Apollo's eyes,
While following still thy muse's high behest:

Christ

But Truth, and Truth's great Master cannot die;
While Love, the seraph, free of wings and eyes,
Upsweeps the realm of calm immensity.
A thousand times our buried shall rise
In prayerful souls to hush their anguished sighs,
And dawn, not darkness, rule o'er earth and sky.