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Throughout the country for many a mile
There is not a nobler, statelier pile
Than ivy crowned Rathmore Hall;
And the giant oaks that shadow the wold,
Though hollowed by time, are not as old
As its Norman turrets tall.

Meditation At Perugia

© Duncan Campbell Scott

The sunset colours mingle in the sky,

And over all the Umbrian valleys flow;

The Tulip Bed At Greeley Square

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

That bright triangle of scented bloom
That lies surrounded by grime and gloom?

Hildebrand And Hellelil

© William Morris

Hellelil sitteth in bower there,
None knows my grief but God alone,
And seweth at the seam so fair,
I never wail my sorrow to any other one.

Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O let the soul her slumbers break,
Let thought be quickened, and awake;
Awake to see
How soon this life is past and gone,
And death comes softly stealing on,
How silently!

Senlin:A Biography: Pt 03 His Cloudy Destiny

© Conrad Aiken

Yet, we would say, this is no shore at all,
But a small bright room with lamplight on the wall;
And the familiar chair
Where Senlin sat, with lamplight on his hair.

Vox Ecclesiae, Vox Christi

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Not 'neath the altar only,yet, in sooth,

There more than elsewhere,is the cry, How long?

Assurance

© George Herbert

O Spitefull bitter thought!
Bitterly spitefull thought! Couldst thou invent
So high a torture? Is such poyson boguht?
Doubtlesse, but in the way of punishment,
When wit contrives to meet with thee,
No such rank poyson can there be.

Woman's Love

© Alaric Alexander Watts

'Tis morn: o'er Kyburg's castled crag day's first faint streak appears,

Like the ray of Truth through Error's mists, or the smile through Woman's tears;

Time And Love

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Time flies. The swift hours hurry by

And speed us on to untried ways;

The Land Of Pallas

© Archibald Lampman

Methought I journeyed along ways that led for ever
Throughout a happy land where strife and care were dead,
And life went by me flowing like a placid river
Past sandy eyots where the shifting shoals make head.

The Secret Of The Stars

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Is man's the only throbbing heart that hides
The silent spring that feeds its whispering tides?
Speak from thy caverns, mystery-breeding Earth,
Tell the half-hinted story of thy birth,
And calm the noisy champions who have thrown
The book of types against the book of stone!