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To The Master Of The Salisbury Assembly.

TAKE your candles away, let your music be mute,
My dancing, however, you shall not dispute;
Jenny's eyes shall find light, and I'll find a flute.

Henry Fielding
To the memory of Channing

"The Prophets, do they live forever?" -- Zech. I. 5.
Those spirits God ordained,
To stand the watchmen on the outer wall, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To the same (Mr. L-----) I

Dear Sir, when late in town you chose
To correspond no more in prose,
My viscious muse---(but 'tis in vain …

Ann Eliza Bleecker
To the same (Mr. L-----) II

From plains and peaceful cots I send
The humble wishes of a friend:
May love still spread his silken wing, …

Ann Eliza Bleecker
To the same (Mr. L-----) III

Dear brother, to these happy shades repair,
And leave, Oh leave the city's noxious air:
I'll try description, friend---methinks I see …

Ann Eliza Bleecker
To The Same. On Her Wishing To Have A Lilliputian To Play With.

Is there a man who would not be,
My Celia, what is priz'd by thee?
A monkey beau, to please thy sight, …

Henry Fielding
To The Same; Having Blamed Mr. Gay For His Severity On Her Sex.

LET it not Celia's gentle heart perplex
That Gay severe hath satiriz'd her sex;
Had they, like her, a tenderness but known, …

Henry Fielding
To the stanch Dust

To the stanch Dust
We safe commit thee —
Tongue if it hath, …

Emily Dickinson
To the unknown builder of the Cathedral of Cologne

Unknown great Master! whose creative thought
Is here inscribed, though from Fame's shining scroll
Thy name is lost, this wondrous dome is fraught …

Anne Lynch Botta
To the venerable General Gaines

Though Time has silvered o'er thy honored head,
And left some traces on thy gallant form,
Upon thy soul no hoar-frost has he shed, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To this World she returned.

To this World she returned.
But with a tinge of that —
A Compound manner, …

Emily Dickinson
To try to speak, and miss the way

To try to speak, and miss the way
And ask it of the Tears,
Is Gratitude's sweet poverty, …

Emily Dickinson
To Venetian Artists

To Venetian Artists
Blake manuscript - Notebook - page 061
That God is Colouring Newton does shew …

William Blake
To wait an Hour — is long —

To wait an Hour — is long —
If Love be just beyond —
To wait Eternity — is short — …
To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,

To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
What must the Midnights — be!
To*** Kern

I keep in mind that magic moment:
When you appeared before my eyes
Like ghost, like fleeting apparition, …

Alexander Pushkin
Today or this noon

Today or this noon
She dwelt so close
I almost touched her — …

Emily Dickinson
The Token

SEND me some tokens, that my hope may live
⁠Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest;
Send me some honey, to make sweet my hive, …

John Donne
Tom Collins

Who never drinks and never bets,
But loves his wife and pays his debts
And feels content with what he gets? …

Banjo Paterson
Tommy Corrigan

You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace --
Not one in fifty has the nerve to ride a steeplechase.
It's right enough, while horses pull and take their faces strong, …

Banjo Paterson