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• The Three Fishers

  Three fishers went sailing out into the west,—
  Out into the west as the sun went down;
  Each thought of the woman who loved him the best, …

  Charles Kingsley

• Casabianca

  [Young Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son of the Admiral of the Orient, remained at his post (in the Battle of the Nile) after the ship had taken fire and all the guns had been abandoned, and perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder.]
  THE BOY st…

  Felicia Hemans

• The Wreck of the Hesperus

  It was the schooner Hesperus
  That sailed the wintry sea;
  And the skipper had taken his little daughter, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• A Sea Story

  Silence. A while ago
  Shrieks went up piercingly;
  But now is the ship gone down; …

  Emily Henrietta Hickey

• The Women Fo’k

  O, SAIRLY 1 may I rue the day
  I fancied first the womenkind;
  For aye sinsyne I ne’er can hae …

  James Hogg

• Of a Certaine Man

  There was (not certaine when) a certaine preacher,
  That never learned, and yet became a teacher,
  Who having read in Latine thus a text …

  Sir John Harrington

• The Course of True Love

  From “Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Act I. Sc. 1.
  FOR aught that ever I could read,
  Could ever hear by tale or history, …

  William Shakespeare

• Lady Clara Vere de Vere

  Lady Clara VERE DE VERE,
  Of me you shall not win renown;
  You thought to break a country heart …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• Linda to Hafed

  From “The Fire-Worshippers”
  “HOW sweetly,” said the trembling maid,
  Of her own gentle voice afraid, …

  Thomas Moore

• The Princess

  From the Norwegian by Nathan Haskell Dole
  THE PRINCESS sat lone in her maiden bower,
  The lad blew his horn at the foot of the tower. …

  Björnstjerne Björnson

• Unrequited Love

  From “Twelfth Night,” Act I. Sc. 4.
  VIOLA.—Ay, but I know,—
  DUKE.—What dost thou know? …

  William Shakespeare

• Sonnet: “With how sad steps”

  From “Astrophel and Stella”
  WITH how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb’st the skies,
  How silently, and with how wan a face! …

  Sir Philip Sidney

• Agatha

  She wanders in the April woods,
  That glisten with the fallen shower;
  She leans her face against the buds, …

  Alfred Austin

• The Sun-Dial

  ’t Is an old dial, dark with many a stain;
  In summer crowned with drifting orchard bloom,
  Tricked in the autumn with the yellow rain, …

  Austin Dobson

• Locksley Hall

  Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet ’t is early morn,—
  Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn.
  ’T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call, …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• Song: “A weary lot is thine, fair maid”

  “a Weary lot is thine, fair maid,
  A weary lot is thine!
  To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, …

  Sir Walter Scott

• To a Portrait

  A Pensive photograph
  Watches me from the shelf—
  Ghost of old love, and half …

  Arthur Symons

• “When in the chronicle of wasted time”

  Sonnet Cvi.
  when in the chronicle of wasted time
  I see descriptions of the fairest wights, …

  William Shakespeare

• “Shall I compare thee?”

  Sonnet Xviii.
  shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
  Thou art more lovely and more temperate: …

  William Shakespeare

• “Give place, ye lovers”

  Give place, ye lovers, here before
  That spent your boasts and brags in vain;
  My lady’s beauty passeth more …

  Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

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