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• “Oft in the stilly night”

  Oft in the stilly night,
  Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,
  Fond Memory brings the light …

  Thomas Moore

• The Brier-Wood Pipe

  Ha! bully for me again, when my turn for picket is over,
  And now for a smoke as I lie, with the moonlight, out in the clover.
  My pipe, it ’s only a knot from the root of a brier-wood tree, …

  Charles Dawson Shanly

• Memory and Oblivion

  From the Greek by Robert Bland
  ALL hail, Remembrance and Forgetfulness!
  Trace, Memory, trace whate’er is sweet or kind: …

  Macedonius of Thessalonica

• The Inner Vision

  Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
  To pace the ground, if path there be or none,
  While a fair region round the traveller lies …

  William Wordsworth

• Thought

  Thought is deeper than all speech,
  Feeling deeper than all thought;
  Souls to souls can never teach …

  Christopher Pearse Cranch

• Dream-Life

  From the Spanish by Edward Fitzgerald
  From “Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made of”
  AND yet—and yet—in these our ghostly lives, …

  Pedro Calderón de la Barca

• “My minde to me a kingdom is”

  My minde to me a kingdom is;
  Such perfect joy therein I finde
  As farre exceeds all earthly blisse …

  Sir Edward Dyer

• To One who had scoffed at the Poet’s Poverty

  From the Latin by Charles Abraham Elton
  YES,—I am poor, Callistratus! I own;
  And so was ever; yet not quite unknown, …

  Martial

• Of a Contented Spirit

  When all is done and said, in the end this shall you find:
  He most of all doth bathe in bliss that hath a quiet mind;
  And, clear from worldly cares, to dream can be content …

  Thomas, Lord Vaux

• “A thing of beauty is a joy forever”

  From “Endymion,” Book I.
  A THING of beauty is a joy forever:
  Its loveliness increases; it will never …

  John Keats

• The Sower and his Seed

  He planted an oak in his father’s park
  And a thought in the minds of men,
  And he bade farewell to his native shore, …

  William Edward Hartpole Lecky

• Æsop

  He sat among the woods; he heard
  The sylvan merriment; he saw
  The pranks of butterfly and bird, …

  Andrew Lang

• The Poet of Nature

  From “Festus”
  HE had no times of study, and no place;
  All places and all times to him were one. …

  Philip James Bailey

• Above the Clouds

  ’MID white Sierras, that slope to the sea,
  Lie turbulent lands. Go dwell in the skies,
  And the thundering tongues of Yosemitè …

  Joaquin Miller

• The Poet’s Impulse

  From “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage,” Canto III.
  SKY, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye
  With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul …

  Lord Byron

• Impression

  In these restrained and careful times
  Our knowledge petrifies our rhymes;
  Ah! for that reckless fire men had …

  Edmund Gosse

• The Ancient and Modern Muses

  The Monument outlasting bronze
  Was promised well by bards of old;
  The lucid outline of their lay …

  Francis Turner Palgrave

• On his “Sonnets of the Wingless Hours”

  I Wrought them like a targe of hammered gold
  On which all Troy is battling round and round;
  Or Circe’s cup, embossed with snakes that wound …

  Eugene Lee-Hamilton

• The Poet of To-day

  More than the soul of ancient song is given
  To thee, O poet of to-day!—thy dower
  Comes, from a higher than Olympian heaven, …

  Sarah Jane Lippincott

• Unknown Poets

  From “The Excursion,” Book I.
  O, MANY are the poets that are sown
  By nature; men endowed with highest gifts, …

  William Wordsworth

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