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We know not where the path may lead nor what the end may be,
The clouds are dark above us now, the future none can see,
And yet when all the storms have passed, and cannons cease to roar,
We shall be prouder of our flag than we have been before.

Sonnet XVII: Stay, Speedy Time

© Michael Drayton

To TimeStay, speedy Time, behold, before thou pass,
From age to age what thou hast sought to see,
One in whom all the excellencies be,
In whom Heav'n looks itself as in a glass.

Sonnet XXVII: Is Not Love Here

© Michael Drayton

Is not Love here as 'tis in other climes,
And differeth it, as do the several nations?
Or hath it lost the virtue with the times,
Or in this island altereth with the fashions?

To The Querulous Poets

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THROW by the trappings of your tinsel rhyme!
Hush the crude voice, whose neverending wail
Blights the sweet song of thrush, or nightingale,--
Set to the treble of our querulous time;

Sonnet II: My Heart Was Slain

© Michael Drayton

My heart was slain, and none but you and I;
Who should I think the murther should commit,
Since but yourself there was no creature by,
But only I, guiltless of murth'ring it?

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom

© George Gordon Byron

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:

Nymphidia, The Court Of Fairy (excerpts)

© Michael Drayton

But let us leave Queen Mab a while,
Through many a gate, o'er many a stile,
That now had gotten by this wile,
Her dear Pigwiggen kissing;

Ode to the Cambro-Britons and their Harp, His Ballad of Agi

© Michael Drayton

Fair stood the wind for France,
When we our sails advance;
Nor now to prove our chance
Longer will tarry;

On The Birth Of John William Rizzo Hoppner

© George Gordon Byron

His father's sense, his mother's grace,
In him I hope, will always fit so;
With--still to keep him in good case--
The health and appetite of Rizzo.

Sonnet VII: Love in a Humour

© Michael Drayton

Love in a humor play'd the prodigal
And bade my Senses to a solemn feast;
Yet, more to grace the company withal,
Invites my Heart to be the chiefest guest.

Mercury And Cupid

© Matthew Prior

In sullen Humour one Day Jove
Sent Hermes down to Ida's Grove,
Commanding Cupid to deliver
His Store of Darts, his total Quiver;
That Hermes shou'd the Weapons break,
Or throw 'em into Lethe's Lake.

Sonnet XXIV: I Hear Some Say

© Michael Drayton

I hear some say, "This man is not in love."
"What? Can he love? A likely thing," they say;
"Read but his verse, and it will easily prove."
O judge not rashly, gentle Sir, I pray.

The Rape of the Trap. A Ballad

© William Shenstone

'Twas in a land of learning,
The Muse's favourite city,
Such pranks of late
Were play'd by a rat,
As-tempt one to be witty.

Offering

© Kenneth Allott

I offer you my forests and my street-cries
With hands of double-patience under the clock,
The antiseptic arguments and lies
Uttered before the flood, the submerged rock.
The sack of meal pierced by the handsome fencer,
The flowers dying for a great adventure.

Sirena

NEAR to the silver Trent
SIRENA dwelleth;
She to whom Nature lent
All that excelleth;

Silence

I catch the pattern
Of your silence
Before you speak

Sonnet XIV: If He From Heav'n

If he from Heav'n that filch'd that living fire
Condemn'd by Jove to endless torment be,
I greatly marvel how you still go free
That far beyond Prometheus did aspire.

Seashore

I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea

Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come?

Sonnet IV: Bright Star of Beauty

Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit
A thousand nymph-like and enamour'd Graces,
The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
Which there in order take their several places;