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TITYRUS.
O Meliboeus, a god for us this leisure created,
For he will be unto me a god forever; his altar
Oftentimes shall imbue a tender lamb from our sheepfolds.
He, my heifers to wander at large, and myself, as thou seest,
On my rustic reed to play what I will, hath permitted.

Vespers

© Amy Lowell

Last night, at sunset,
The foxgloves were like tall altar candles.
Could I have lifted you to the roof of the greenhouse, my Dear,
I should have understood their burning.

Vitam Impendere Amori

© Guillaume Apollinaire

Love is dead within your arms
Do you remember his encounter
Hes dead you restore the charms
He returns at your encounter

Virgin In A Tree

© Sylvia Plath

How this tart fable instructs
And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap
Set in the proverbs stitched on samplers
Approving chased girls who get them to a tree
And put on bark's nun-black

Vernal Pictures (Without And Within)

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

AMID fresh roses wandering, and the soft
And delicate wealth of apple-blossoms spread
In tender spirals of blent white and red,
Round the fair spaces of our blooming croft,

Verses On A Cat

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
A cat in distress,
Nothing more, nor less;
Good folks, I must faithfully tell ye,

Verses Found in Bothwell's Pocket-book

© Sir Walter Scott

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright

As in that well-remember'd night

Virgils Gnat

© Edmund Spenser

And whatsoeuer other flowre of worth,
And whatso other hearb of louely hew
The iouyous Spring out of the ground brings forth,
To cloath her selfe in colours fresh and new;
He planted there, and reard a mount of earth,
In whose high front was writ as doth ensue.

Verses Written At Bath, On Finding The Heel Of A Shoe

© William Cowper

Fortune! I thank thee: gentle goddess! thanks!

Not that my muse, though bashful, shall deny

Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas

© Anne Brontë

In all we do, and hear, and see,
Is restless Toil and Vanity.
While yet the rolling earth abides,
Men come and go like ocean tides;

View From The Top Of Black Comb

© William Wordsworth

THIS Height a ministering Angel might select:
For from the summit of BLACK COMB (dread name
Derived from clouds and storms!) the amplest range
Of unobstructed prospect may be seen

Verses - Spoken to Lady Henrietta Cavendish Holles-Harley, Countess of Oxford

© Matthew Prior

Madam, Since Anna visited the muse's seat,

(Around her tomb let weeping angels wait)

Voices Of The Night : L'Envoi

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ye voices, that arose
After the Evening's close,
And whispered to my restless heart repose!

Viewing Heaven's Gate Mountains

© Li Po

The River Chu cuts through the middle of heaven's gate,
The green water flowing east reaches here then swirls.
On either bank the blue hills face towards each other,
The flatness of a lonely sail comes from by of the sun.

Variations of an Air

Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
and he called for his bowl
and he called for his fiddlers three

Virtues That Pay

You argue as sympathy governs your bias
That Wisdom distributes the capon and crust,
Indulging the sinful, and stinting the pious,
Or starving the wicked, and fattening the just.
You are wrong to the Evil One; hear what I say
There are ruinous virtues, and virtues that pay.