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Thou, whose lov'd presence and benignant smile
Has beam'd effulgence on this favour'd isle;
Thou! the fair seraph, in immortal state,
Thron'd on the rainbow, heaven's emblazon'd gate;
Thou! whose mild whispers in the summer-breeze
Control the storm, and undulate the seas;

The Wrongs Of Africa: Part The Second

© William Roscoe

FAIR is this fertile spot, which God assign'd

As man's terrestrial home; where every charm

Dedication

© John Le Gay Brereton

Grant me a moment of peace,

Let me but open mine eyes,

By Still Waters

© Bliss William Carman

MY tent stands in a garden

Of aster and goldenrod,

Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth

© George Gordon Byron

I now mean to be serious;--it is time,

Since laughter now-a-days is deem'd too serious.

Imelda

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

……………….Sometimes
The young forgot the lessons they had learnt,
And lov'd when they should hate, like thee, Imelda! ~ Italy, a Poem

A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet IX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

These were in truth brave days. From our high perch,
The box--seat of our travelling chariot, then
We children spied the world 'twas ours to search,
And mocked like birds at manners and at men.

To Henry Halloran

© Henry Kendall

YOU KNOW I left my forest home full loth,
And those weird ways I knew so well and long,
Dishevelled with their sloping sidelong growth
Of twisted thorn and kurrajong.

The Reasons

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

One with a whimsical face spoke freely;
"I?--I sought some stir,
Some urge in living,
Some sense in dying.
I sought a mountain top
With a view!"

Connecticut

© Fitz-Greene Halleck

still her gray rocks tower above the sea
That crouches at their feet, a conquered wave;
'Tis a rough land of earth, and stone, and tree,
Where breathes no castled lord or cabined slave;

A Fairy Tale In The Ancient English Style

© Thomas Parnell

In Britain's Isle and Arthur's days,

When Midnight Faeries daunc'd the Maze,

Pastorals

© George Meredith

How sweet on sunny afternoons,
For those who journey light and well,
To loiter up a hilly rise
Which hides the prospect far beyond,
And fancy all the landscape lying
Beautiful and still;

"O Lord, the hope of Israel"

© Henry Vaughan

O Lord, the hope of Israel, all they that forsake

Thee shall be ashamed ; and they that depart from

The Climber

© Virna Sheard

He stood alone on Fame's high mountain top,
His hands at rest, his forehead bound with bay;
And yet he watched with eyes unsatisfied
The downward winding way.

Love is Blind

And can you tell me Love is blind

Because your faults he will not find,

Brothers, And A Sermon

© Jean Ingelow

“What, chorus! are you dumb? you should have cried,
‘So good comes out of evil;’” and with that,
As if all pauses it was natural
To seize for songs, his voice broke out again: