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To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady's Brother and Sister
© Phillis Wheatley
But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside,
And let the fountain of your tears be dry'd,
In vain they flow to wet the dusty plain,
Your sighs are wafted to the skies in vain,
Your pains they witness, but they can no more,
While Death reigns tyrant o'er this mortal shore.
To Qiwu Qian Bound Home After Failing In An Examination
© Wang Wei
In a happy reign there should be no hermits;
The wise and able should consult together....
At Parting
© Wang Wei
I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine,
And I ask you where you are going and why.
And you answer: "I am discontent
And would rest at the foot of the southern mountain.
So give me leave and ask me no questions.
White clouds pass there without end."
A Farm-house On The Wei River
© Wang Wei
In the slant of the sun on the country-side,
Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane;
Written at Stonehenge
© Thomas Warton
Thou noblest monument of Albion's isle!
Whether by Merlin's aid, from Scythia's shore,
Verses on Sir Joshua Reynold's Painted Window at New College, Oxford
© Thomas Warton
Reynolds, 'tis thine, from the broad window's height,
To add new lustre to religious light:
Not of its pomp to strip this ancient shrine,
But bid that pomp with purer radiance shine:
With arts unknown before, to reconcile
The willing Graces to the Gothic pile.
On King Arthur's Round Table at Winchester
© Thomas Warton
Where Venta's Norman castle still uprears
Its rafter'd hall, that o'er the grassy foss,
Ii. Legend
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THERE lived in the desert a holy man
To whom a goat-footed Faun one day
Written near a Port on a Dark Evening
© Charlotte Turner Smith
All is black shadow but the lucid line
Marked by the light surf on the level sand,
Or where afar the ship-lights faintly shine
Like wandering fairy fires, that oft on land
Misled the pilgrim--such the dubious ray
That wavering reason lends in life's long darkling way.
The Emigrants: Book II
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to the North of the Weald of Sussex. Time, an Afternoon in April, 1793.
The Emigrants: Book I
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of
Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.
Sonnet XXXIV: Charm'd by Thy Suffrage
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Charm'd by thy suffrage, shall I yet aspire
(All inauspicious as my fate appears,
Sonnet XLVII: To Fancy
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Thee, Queen of Shadows! -- shall I still invoke,
Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,
Sonnet XLIV: Press'd by the Moon
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides,
While the loud equinox its power combines,
Sonnet XLIII: The Unhappy Exile
© Charlotte Turner Smith
The unhappy exile, whom his fates confine
To the bleak coast of some unfriendly isle,
Sonnet XLII: Composed During a Walk
© Charlotte Turner Smith
The dark and pillowy cloud, the sallow trees,
Seem o'er the ruins of the year to mourn;
Sonnet VII: Sweet Poet of the Woods
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Sweet poet of the woods---a long adieu!
Farewel, soft minstrel of the early year!
Sonnet LXVII: On Passing over a Dreary Tract
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Swift fleet the billowy clouds along the sky,
Earth seems to shudder at the storm aghast;
Sonnet LXVI: The Night-Flood Rakes
© Charlotte Turner Smith
The night-flood rakes upon the stony shore;
Along the rugged cliffs and chalky caves
Sonnet LXIII: The Gossamer
© Charlotte Turner Smith
O'er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze,
The filmy Gossamer is lightly spread;
