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Arcadia Rediviva

© James Russell Lowell

I, walking the familiar street,
While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,
Was lifted from my prosy feet
And in Arcadia ere I knew it.

I Have Found My Guru

© Mirabai

I have found a guru in Raidas, he has

given me the pill of knowledge.

Don Juan: Canto The Twelfth

© George Gordon Byron

Of all the barbarous middle ages, that

Which is most barbarous is the middle age

A Story of the Sea-Shore

© George MacDonald

It was a simple tale, a monotone:
She climbed one sunny hill, gazed once abroad,
Then wandered down, to pace a dreary plain;
Alas! how many such are told by night,
In fisher-cottages along the shore!

The Magpie's Nest, Or A Lesson Of Docility

© Charles Lamb

When the arts in their infancy were,
In a fable of old 'tis exprest,
A wise magpie constructed that rare
Little house for young birds, called a nest.

The Task : Complete

© William Cowper

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.

Paracelsus: Part I: Paracelsus Aspires

© Robert Browning

Scene.- Würzburg; a garden in the environs. 1512.
Festus, Paracelsus, Michal.

The Mayfair Love-Song

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Winter and summer, night and morn,

I languish at this table dark;

Beneath the bush a wolf will howl, Spitting bright feathers
From his feast of fowl: Like him, I devour myself.
Waiting to be gathered, Fruits and grasses spend their hours;
The spider spinning in the hedge, Eats only flowers.
Let me sleep! Let me boil, On the altars of Solomon;
Let me soak the rusty soil, And flow into Kendron.

Amours De Voyage, Canto III

© Arthur Hugh Clough

- domus Albuneae resonantis,
Et praeceps Anio, et Tibuni lucus, et uda
Mobilibus pomaria rivis

Fragment V

© James Macpherson

Dargo the mighty came on, like a
cloud of thunder. His brows were contracted
and dark. His eyes like two
caves in a rock. Bright rose their
swords on each side; dire was the clang
of their steel.

The Family Doctor

© Edgar Albert Guest

I've tried the high-toned specialists, who doctor folks to-day;

I've heard the throat man whisper low "Come on now let us spray";

The Parish Register - Part I: Baptisms

floor.
Here his poor bird th' inhuman Cocker brings,
Arms his hard heel and clips his golden wings;
With spicy food th' impatient spirit feeds,
And shouts and curses as the battle bleeds.
Struck through the brain, deprived of both his