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by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale,
Whom Arthur and his knighthood called The Pure,
Had passed into the silent life of...Read More
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by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring
Stared at the spate. A slender-shafted Pine
Lost footing, fell, and so was whirled...Read More
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by Smart, Christopher
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour.
Let Round, house of Round rejoice with Myrmecites a gern having an Emmet in...Read More
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by Brown, Thomas Edward
TO live within a cave--it is most good;
But, if God make a day,
And some one come, and say,
'Lo! I have gather'd faggots in the...Read More
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by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
Set not thy foot on graves;
Hear what wine and roses say;
The mountain chase, the summer waves,
The crowded town, thy feet may well delay.
Set not thy foot on graves;
Nor seek...Read More
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by Service, Robert William
Fearing that she might go one day
With some fine fellow of her choice,
I called her from her childish play,
And made a record of her voice.
And now that she is...Read More
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by McGonagall, William Topaz
In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boy,
By the bedside of his sick mother her only joy,
Who was called Little Pierre, and who's father was dead;
There...Read More
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by Brooke, Rupert
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
Made fair by one another for a while.
Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace;
The long road then, unlit by...Read More
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by Khayyam, Omar
Khaja! grant one request, and only one,
Wish me God-speed, and get your preaching done;
I walk aright, 'tis you who see awry;
Go! heal your purblind eyes, leave me alone....Read More
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