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Ode to Ben Jonson

AH Ben!
Say how or when
Shall we, thy guests, …

Robert Herrick
On the Portrait of Shakespeare

This figure, 1 that thou here seest put,
It was for gentle Shakespeare cut;
Wherein the Graver had a strife …

Ben Jonson
To the Memory of My Beloved Master, William Shakespeare, and What He Hath Left Us

To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name,
Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;
While I confess thy writings to be such …

Ben Jonson
An Epitaph on the Admirable Dramatic Poet, W. Shakespeare

What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones,
The labor of an age in pilèd stones?
Or that his hallowed relics should be hid …

John Milton
Hierarchy of Angels

Mellifluous Shakespeare, whose enchanting quill
Commanded mirth or passion, was but Will;
And famous Jonson, though his learnèd pen …

Thomas Heywood
Under the Portrait of John Milton

Prefixed to “Paradise Lost”
THREE Poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. …

John Dryden
To Milton

“London, 1802”
milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen …

William Wordsworth
Walton’s Book of Lives

From “Ecclesiastical Sonnets,” Part III.
THERE are no colors in the fairest sky
So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen …

William Wordsworth
Camp-Bell

Charade
COME from my first, ay, come!
The battle-dawn is nigh; …

Winthrop Mackworth Praed
To Thomas Moore

My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea;
But before I go, Tom Moore, …

Lord Byron
Shelley

The Odor of a rose: light of a star:
The essence of a flame blown on by wind,
That lights and warms all near it, bland and kind, …

Alexander Hay Japp
Memorabilia

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to him again? …

Robert Browning
Byron

From “The Course of Time,” Book IV.
HE touched his harp, and nations heard entranced,
As some vast river of unfailing source, …

Robert Pollok
Macaulay as Poet

The Dreamy rhymer’s measured snore
Falls heavy on our ears no more;
And by long strides are left behind …

Walter Savage Landor
On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford, for Naples

A Trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,
Nor of the setting sun’s pathetic light
Engendered, hangs o’er Eildon’s triple height: …

William Wordsworth
To the Memory of Thomas Hood

Take back into thy bosom, earth,
This joyous, May-eyed morrow,
The gentlest child that ever mirth …

Bartholomew Simmons
To Benjamin Robert Haydon

Great spirits now on earth are sojourning:
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide awake, …

John Keats
On a Portrait of Wordsworth

By B. R. Haydon
WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn! Let the cloud
Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind, …

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Lost Leader

JUST 1 for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat—
Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, …

Robert Browning
Memorial Verses

April, 1860
goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece,
Long since, saw Byron’s struggle cease. …

Matthew Arnold