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Clorinda And Damon

© Andrew Marvell

C.
I have a grassy Scutcheon spy'd,
Where Flora blazons all her pride.
The grass I aim to feast thy Sheep :
The Flow'rs I for thy Temples keep.

Another For The Briar-Rose

© William Morris

O treacherous scent, O thorny sight,
O tangle of worlds wrong and right,
What art thou gainst my armours gleam
But dusky cobwebs of a dream?

The First Anniversary Of The Government Under O.C.

© Andrew Marvell

Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze,
Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise;
So Man, declining alwayes, disappears.
In the Weak Circles of increasing Years;

A Delicious Interruption

© James Whitcomb Riley

All were quite gracious in their plaudits of

Bud's Fairy; but another stir above

Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-borow

© Andrew Marvell

To the Lord Fairfax.See how the arched Earth does here
Rise in a perfect Hemisphere!
The stiffest Compass could not strike
A line more circular and like;

The Gallery

© Andrew Marvell

Clora come view my Soul, and tell
Whether I have contriv'd it well.
Now all its several lodgings lye
Compos'd into one Gallery;

"Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said,
"But love goes lightly over." I bowed her foolish head,
And kissed her hair and laughed at her. Such a child was she;
So new to love, so true to love, and she spoke so bitterly.

A Dialogue Between the Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure

© Andrew Marvell

Soul
I sup above, and cannot stay
To bait so long upon the way.

Sordello: Book the Fourth

© Robert Browning

Meantime Ferrara lay in rueful case;

The lady-city, for whose sole embrace

The Picture Of Little T.C. In A Prospect Of Flowers

© Andrew Marvell

See with what simplicity
This Nimph begins her golden daies!
In the green Grass she loves to lie,
And there with her fair Aspect tames

An Inscription - For Stratfield Saye

© Samuel Rogers

These are the groves a grateful people gave
For noblest service; and from age to age,
May they, to such as come with listening ear,
Relate the story! Sacred is their shade;

Appeal

© George MacDonald

If in my arms I bore my child,
Would he cry out for fear
Because the night was dark and wild
And no one else was near?

The Nymph Complaining For The Death Of Her Faun

© Andrew Marvell

The wanton Troopers riding by
Have shot my Faun and it will dye.
Ungentle men! They cannot thrive
To kill thee. Thou neer didst alive

William Street

© Henry Lawson

Tis William Street, the link street,

That seems to stand alone;

Blake's Victory

The Peak's proud height the Spaniards all admire,
Yet in their breasts carry a pride much high'r.
Only to this vast hill a power is given,
At once both to inhabit earth and heaven.
But this stupendous prospect did not near,
Make them admire, so much as they did fear.

A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C.

That Providence which had so long the care
Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair,
Now in its self (the Glass where all appears)
Had seen the period of his golden Years:

Her Glass.

Her glass yet holds, or seems to hold her!
But now she visioned herself here;
Her glass spoke truth, and fondly told her
What a man might, a man's lips near