1. 1800
  2. English

  • The Conversion of Saint Paul

    The Midday sun, with fiercest glare,
    Broods over the hazy, twinkling air;
        Along the level sand
    The palm-tree’s shade unwavering lies,
    Just as thy towers, Damascus, rise
        To greet yon wearied band.

    The leader of that martial crew
    Seems bent some mighty deed to do,
        So steadily he speeds,
    With lips firm closed...

    John Keble

  • The Ladder of Saint Augustine

    Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
      That of our vices we can frame
    A ladder, if we will but tread
      Beneath our feet each deed of shame!

    All common things, each day’s events,
      That with the hour begin and end,
    Our pleasures and our discontents,
      Are rounds by which we may ascend.

    The low desire, the base design,...

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow