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Self-Condemnation
© George Herbert
Thou who condemnest Jewish hate,
For choosing Barabbas a murderer
Before the Lord of glorie;
Look back upon thine own estate,
Call home thine eye (that busie wanderer)
That choice may be thy storie.
A Fiddler In The North
© Robert Burns
Amang the trees, where humming bees,
At buds and flowers were hinging, O,
To The Sighing Strephon
© George Gordon Byron
Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend;
Your pardon, a thousand times o'er:
From friendship I strove your pangs to remove,
But, I swear, I will do so no more.
The Parish Register - Part II: Marriages
© George Crabbe
made.
Yet now, would Phoebe her consent afford,
Her slave alone, again he'd mount the board;
With her should years of growing love be spent,
And growing wealth;--she sigh'd and look'd consent.
Now, through the lane, up hill, and 'cross the
Faery Songs
© John Keats
I.
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! oh, weep no more!
For a Picture of the Last Judgement
© William Blake
The Caverns of the Grave I've seen,
And these I show'd to England's Queen.
To Brenda Williams On Her Fiftieth Birthday
© Barry Tebb
The years become you as Oxford becomes you,
To E. C. S.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Poet and friend of poets, if thy glass
Detects no flower in winter's tuft of grass,
