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The Castle of Indolence: Canto I

© James Thomson

The Castle hight of Indolence,And its false luxury;Where for a little time, alas!We liv'd right jollily.

Locksley Hall Sixty Years After

© Alfred Tennyson

Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 6

© Alfred Tennyson

One writes, that "Other friends remain," That "Loss is common to the race"-- And common is the commonplace,And vacant chaff well meant for grain.

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII [all 133 poems]

© Alfred Tennyson

[Preface] Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;

Battle of Brunanburh

© Alfred Tennyson

Constantinus, King of the Scots, after having sworn allegiance to Athelstan, allied himself with the Danes of Ireland under Anlaf, and invading England, was defeated by Athelstan and his brother Edmund with great slaughter at Brunanburh in the year 937

Fruit-gathering LV

© Rabindranath Tagore

Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering, deep in thought, by the Ganges, in that lonely spot where they burn their dead.

Atalanta in Calydon: A Tragedy (complete text)

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Tous zontas eu dran. katthanon de pas anerGe kai skia. to meden eis ouden repei

Farmer's Daughter

© Sullivan Rosemary

I spent the longest timetrying to find you,the vague woman in a houseroaring with a man's need.

A Child's Alone

© Sullivan Rosemary

In the photographs the reporters tookthe others have closed their eyes;only hers are open, stare into blankness

The Author to Her Book

© Anne Bradstreet

Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,

Who after birth didst by my side remain,

Indifference

© Studdert Kennedy Geoffrey Anketell

When Jesus came to Golgotha they hanged Him on a tree,They drave great nails through hands and feet, and made a Calvary;They crowned Him with a crown of thorns, red were His wounds and deep,For those were crude and cruel days, and human flesh was cheap

Nameless Pain

© Stoddard Elizabeth

I should be happy with my lot:A wife and mother -- is it notEnough for me to be content?What other blessing could be sent?

On the Obsolescence of Caphone

Last heard—with a lovely hiss on the "ph"—August 1982 during an afternoon game of scopaturned nasty. And now, missing alongside it,are hundreds of slogans, shibboleths, small