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The Joy Of The Cross

© William Cowper

Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
My soul to that dear hand of thine,
Without reserve or fear;
That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes;
Or into smiles of glad surprise
Transform the falling tear.

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Vision Of Columbus - Book 7

© Joel Barlow

Hail sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode,

Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.

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The Wonder-Working Magician - Act I

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

TO THE MEMORY OF
SHELLEY,
WHOSE ADMIRATION FOR
"THE LIGHT AND ODOUR OF THE FLOWERY AND STARRY AUTOS"
IS THE HIGHEST TRIBUTE TO THE BEAUTY OF
CALDERON'S POETRY,

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Colin's Mistakes. Written In Imitation Of Spenser's Style

© Matthew Prior

Fast by the banks of Cam was Colin bred,

(Ye Nymphs, for every guard that sacred stream)

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Elegy XVII. He Indulges the Suggestions of Spleen.-- An Elegy to the Winds

© William Shenstone

AEole! namque tibi divûm Pater atque hominum rex,
Et mulcere dedit mentes et tollere vento.
Imitation.
O AEolus! to thee the Sire supreme
Of gods and men the mighty power bequeath'd
To rouse or to assuage the human mind.

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The Old Squire

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I like the hunting of the hare
Better than that of the fox;
I like the joyous morning air,
And the crowing of the cocks.

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Marmion: Introduction to Canto IV.

© Sir Walter Scott

An ancient minstrel sagely said,

"Where is the life which late we led?"

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To C.C.C.

© Robert Fuller Murray

Oh for the nights when we used to sit
  In the firelight's glow or flicker,
With the gas turned low and our pipes all lit,
  And the air fast growing thicker;

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Verses, To William Lyttleton, Esq.

© William Shenstone

How blithely pass'd the summer's day!
How bright was every flower!
While friends arrived in circles gay,
To visit Damon's bower!

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The Months

© Sara Coleridge

January brings the snow,

makes our feet and fingers glow.

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The Dark, Blue Sea

© George Gordon Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

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The Wedding Day

© Alaric Alexander Watts

The last! the last! the last!
Oh, by that little word,
How many thoughts are stirred! ~ CAROLINE SOUTHEY.

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The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

At the age of 37
She knew she'd found forever,
As she rolled along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair.

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The Life of Ovid

© George Sandys

A Snake; a snake-like Stone. Cycnus, a Swan:
Caenis the maid, now Caeneus and a man,
Becomes a Fowle. Neleius varies shapes
At last an Eagle; nor Alcides scapes.  

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Hymn On Solitude

© James Thomson

Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude,
Companion of the wise and good,
But from whose holy piercing eye
The herd of fools and villains fly.

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V: Song: To Celia

© Benjamin Jonson

Come my Celia, let us prove,

While wee may, the sports of love;

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Ode to Vanity

© Mary Darby Robinson

 Thy breath accurs'd brought deathless woe
 On Man's devoted race;
 Hurl'd th' aspiring FIEND to realms below,
 Who, plung'd in fell disgrace,
 There deep enthrall'd in adamantine spells,
 In chains of scorpions bound, for ever, ever dwells.

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The Lady of the Lake: Canto I. - The Chase

© Sir Walter Scott

Introduction.

Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung

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To the Virtuosi

© William Shenstone

Hail curious Wights! to whom so fair
The form of mortal flies is!
Who deem those grubs beyond compare,
Which common sense despises.