1. English
Man

In his own image the Creator made,
  His own pure sunbeam quickened thee, O man!
  Thou breathing dial! since the day began
The present hour was ever marked with shade!
Poet: Walter Savage Landor
The Approach of Age

From “Tales of the Hall”
SIX years had passed, and forty ere the six,
When Time began to play his usual tricks:
The locks once comely in a virgin’s sight,
Locks of pure brown, displayed the encroaching white;
The blood, once fervid, now to cool began,...

Poet: George Crabbe
The Good, Great Man

How seldom, Friend! a good great man inherits
  Honor or wealth with all his worth and pains!
It sounds like stories from the land of spirits.
If any man obtain that which he merits,
  Or any merit that which he obtains.

For shame, dear Friend; renounce...

Poet: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Elegy written in a Country Churchyard

The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
  The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
  And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
  And all the air a solemn...

Poet: Thomas Gray
Coronach

From “The Lady of the Lake,” Canto III.

HE is gone on the mountain,
  He is lost to the forest,
Like a summer-dried fountain
  When our need was the sorest.
The font, reappearing,
  From the rain-drops shall borrow,
But to us comes no...

Poet: Sir Walter Scott
“Thy braes were bonny”

Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream!
  When first on them I met my lover;
Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream!
  When now thy waves his body cover.

Forever now, O Yarrow stream!
  Thou art to me a stream of sorrow;
For never on thy banks shall I...

Poet: John Logan
“Farewell to thee, Araby’s daughter”

From “The Fire-Worshippers”
FAREWELL,—farewell to thee, Araby’s daughter!
  (Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea;)
No pearl ever lay under Oman’s green water
  More pure in its shell than thy spirit in thee.

O, fair as the sea-flower close to thee...

Poet: Thomas Moore
Highland Mary

Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
  The castle o’ Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
  Your waters never drumlie!
There Simmer first unfald her robes
  And there she langest tarry!
For there I took the last fareweel...

Poet: Robert Burns
To Mary in Heaven

   [Written in September, 1789, on the anniversary of the day on which he heard of the death of his early love, Mary Campbell.]

THOU lingering star, with lessening ray,
  That lov’st to greet the early morn,
Again thou usher’st in the day
  My Mary from my soul...

Poet: Robert Burns
Minstrel’s Song

O Sing unto my roundelay!
  O, drop the briny tear with me!
Dance no more at holiday;
  Like a running river be.
      My love is dead,
      Gone to his death-bed,
      All under the willow-tree.

Black his hair as the winter night,...

Poet: Thomas Chatterton