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• The Wants of Man

  “man wants but little here below,
  Nor wants that little long.”
  ’T is not with me exactly so; …

  John Quincy Adams

• Ulysses

  It little profits that, an idle king,
  By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
  Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• To All in Haven

  All ye who have gained the haven of safe days,
  And rest at ease, your wanderings being done,
  Except the last, inevitable one, …

  Philip Bourke Marston

• A Woman’s Wish

  Would I were lying in a field of clover,
  Of clover cool and soft, and soft and sweet,
  With dusky clouds on deep skies hanging over, …

  Mary Ashley Townsend

• The World and the Quietist

  “WHY, when the world’s great mind
  Hath finally inclined,
  Why,” you say, Critias, “be debating still? …

  Matthew Arnold

• Invocation to Sleep

  From “Valentinian”
  COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
  Lock me in delight awhile; …

  John Fletcher

• Sleeplessness

  A Flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
  One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
  Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, …

  William Wordsworth

• The Voyage of Sleep

  To sleep I give myself away,
  Unclasp the fetters of the mind,
  Forget the sorrows of the day, …

  Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton

• The Two Oceans

  Two seas, amid the night,
  In the moonshine roll and sparkle—
  Now spread in the silver light, …

  John Sterling

• Ode to Sleep

  Beyond the sunset and the amber sea
  To the lone depths of ether, cold and bare,
  Thy influence, soul of all tranquillity, …

  Paul Hamilton Hayne

• The Fallen

  (In Memoriam, May 30)
  I.
  TOLL the slow bell, …

  John Vance Cheney

• On the Life-Mask of Lincoln

  This bronze doth keep the very form and mould
  Of our great martyr’s face. Yes, this is he:
  That brow all wisdom, all benignity; …

  Richard Watson Gilder

• Albert, Prince Consort of England

  From “Idyls of the King”
  Dedication
  THESE to His Memory—since he held them dear, …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• To Virgil

  [Written at the request of the Mantuans for the Nineteenth Centenary of Virgil’s death, B.C. 19.]
  I.
  ROMAN Virgil, thou that singest …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• In a Copy of Omar Khayyám

  These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred,
  Each softly lucent as a rounded moon;
  The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, …

  James Russell Lowell

• To Madame de Sevigné

  Playing Blind-Man’s-Buff
  YOU charm when you talk, walk, or move,
  Still more on this day than another: …

  Mathieu de Montreuil

• To Victor Hugo

  Victor in poesy! Victor in romance!
  Cloud-weaver of phantasmal hopes and fears!
  French of the French and lord of human tears! …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• Hans Christian Andersen

  1805–1875
  a Being cleaves the moonlit air,
  With eyes of dew and plumes of fire, …

  Edmund Gosse

• Sir Philip Sidney

  From “An Elegy on a Friend’s Passion for His Astrophill”
  WITHIN these woods of Arcadia
  He chiefe delight and pleasure tooke, …

  Matthew Roydon

• To the Memory of Ben Jonson

  The Muse’s fairest light in no dark time,
  The wonder of a learnèd age; the line
  Which none can pass! the most proportioned wit,— …

  John Cleveland

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