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Tale IX

© George Crabbe

course,"
Replied the Youth; "but has it power to force?
Unless it forces, call it as you will,
It is but wish, and proneness to the ill."
"Art thou not tempted?"--"Do I fall?" said

The Old Gods.

© Robert Crawford

O ye gods, if you could tell us
What ye are if banned or blest
Ye that reigned of old in Hellas!
Ye that ruled the radiant West!

The Progress Of The Rose

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

The days of old, the good old days,
Whose misty memories haunt us still,
Demand alike our blame and praise,
And claim their shares of good and ill.

Tired

© Ada Cambridge

O for wings! that I might soar
A little way above the floor,
A little way beyond the roar-

The Station Master

© Arun Kolatkar

the booking clerk believes in the doctrine
of the next train
when conversations turns to time
he talks his tongue
hands it to you across the counter
and directs you to the superior

Epistle (Upon his arrival at his estate in Geneva)

Now hostile Crowds Geneva's Tow'rs assail,
They march in secret, and by Night they scale;
The Goddess comes--they vanish from the Wall,
Their Launces shiver, and their Heros fall,
For Fraud can ne'er elude, nor Force withstand
The Stroke of Liberty's victorious Hand.

Pharsalia - Book X: Caesar In Egypt

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

Caesar's ears in vain
Had she implored, but aided by her charms
The wanton's prayers prevailed, and by a night
Of shame ineffable, passed with her judge,
She won his favour.

Ode On The Sailing Of Our Troops For France

© John Jay Chapman

Go fight for Freedom, Warriors of the West!
At last the word is spoken: Go!
Lay on for Liberty. 'Twas at her breast
The tyrant aimed his blow;
And ye were wounded with the rest
In Belgium's overthrow.

The Columbiad: Book IX

© Joel Barlow

Shrouded in deeper darkness now he veers
The vast gyration of a thousand years,
Strikes out each lamp that would illume his way,
Disputes his food with every beast of prey;
Imbands his force to fence his trist abodes,
A wretched robber with his feudal codes.

Anhelli - Chapter 10

© Juliusz Slowacki

And lo, those exiles in the snowy tabernacle,
in the absence of the Shaman, had begun to quarrel among themselves,
and had divided into three groups ;
but each of these groups thought of the deliverance of the fatherland.