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Sonnet XII: Now, O'er the Tesselated Pavement
© Mary Darby Robinson
Now, o'er the tessellated pavement strew
Fresh saffron, steep'd in essence of the rose,
While down yon agate column gently flows
A glitt'ring streamlet of ambrosial dew!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: VI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
DEPRECIATING HER BEAUTY
I love not thy perfections. When I hear
Thy beauty blazoned, and the common tongue
Cheapening with vulgar praise a lip, an ear,
Sonnet XI: O! Reason!
© Mary Darby Robinson
O! Reason! vaunted Sovreign of the mind!
Thou pompous vision with a sounding name!
Can'st thou, the soul's rebellious passions tame!
Can'st thou in spells the vagrant fancy bind?
Sonnet X: Dang'rous to Hear
© Mary Darby Robinson
Dang'rous to hear, is that melodious tongue,
And fatal to the sense those murd'rous eyes,
Where in a sapphire sheath, Love's arrow lies,
Himself conceal'd the crystal haunts among!
May, 1917
© John Jay Chapman
THE earth is damp: in everything
I taste the bitter breath of pallid spring.
Sonnet VIII: Why, Through Each Aching Vein
© Mary Darby Robinson
Why, through each aching vein, with lazy pace
Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart,
While, from its source, each wild convulsive start
Tears the scorch'd roses from my burning face?
The Last Eve Of Summer
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shines
Through yon columnar pines,
And on the deepening shadows of the lawn
Its golden lines are drawn.
Sonnet VII: Come, Reason
© Mary Darby Robinson
Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind,
Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul;
Come, with the magic of thy meek controul,
And check the wayward wand'rings of my mind:
John Farrell
© George Essex Evans
The pen falls from his nerveless hand,
The light is fading from his eyes,
Sonnet VI: Is It to Love
© Mary Darby Robinson
Is it to love, to fix the tender gaze,
To hide the timid blush, and steal away;
To shun the busy world, and waste the day
In some rude mountain's solitary maze?
Terre, Terre,Cherie
© André Marie de Chénier
...Terre, terre chérie
Que la liberté sainte appelle sa patrie;
Sonnet V: O! How Can Love
© Mary Darby Robinson
O! How can LOVE exulting Reason queil!
How fades each nobler passion from his gaze!
E'en Fame, that cherishes the Poet's lays,
That fame, ill-fated Sappho lov'd so well.
A Question Answered
© Alfred Austin
I saw the lark at break of day
Rise from its dewy bed,
And, winged with melody, away
Circle to Heaven o'erhead.
Sonnet to the Memory of Miss Maria Linley
© Mary Darby Robinson
So bends beneath the storm yon balmy flow'r,
Whose spicy blossoms once perfum'd the gale;
So press'd with tears reclines yon lily pale,
Obedient to the rude and beating show'r.
Cromwell And The Crown
© Victor Marie Hugo
THURLOW _communicates the intention of Parliament to
offer_ CROMWELL _the crown_.
Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter
© Mary Darby Robinson
WHEN FATE in ruthless rage assail'd my breast,
And Heaven relentless seal'd the harsh decree;
HOPE, placid soother of the mind distress'd;
To calm my rending sorrowsgave me THEE.
Sonnet to Ingratitude
© Mary Darby Robinson
He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
- YOUNG.
Wandering Singers
© Sarojini Naidu
WHERE the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
