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  • After Looking into Carlyles Reminiscences
    THREE MEN lived yet when this dead man was young
        Whose names and words endure for ever one:
    34 lines
  • Beaumont and Fletcher:IV
    AN HOUR ere sudden sunset fired the west,
        Arose two stars upon the pale deep east.
    13 lines
  • On the Russian Persecution of the Jews: Sonnets
    O SON of man, by lying tongues adored,
        By slaughterous hands of slaves with feet red-shod
    13 lines
  • Quia Nominor Leo: Sonnets
    WHAT part is left thee, lion? Ravenous beast,
        Which hadst the world for pasture, and for scope
    33 lines
  • Anonymous Plays: XVIII
    MORE yet and more, and yet we mark not all:
        The Warning fain to bid fair women heed
    13 lines
  • Anonymous Plays:XVI - ‘Arden of Feversham’
    MOTHER whose womb brought forth our man of men,
        Mother of Shakespeare, whom all time acclaims
    13 lines
  • Bismarck at Canossa: Sonnets
    NOT ALL disgraced, in that Italian town,
        The imperial German cowered beneath thine hand,
    13 lines
  • The Channel Tunnel: Sonnets
    NOT for less love, all glorious France, to thee,
        ‘Sweet enemy’ called in days long since at end.
    13 lines
  • Epilogue:XXI 'Tristram of Lyonesse'
    OUR MOTHER, which wast twice, as history saith,
        Found first among the nations: once, when she
    13 lines
  • George Chapman:XI
    HIGH priest of Homer, not elect in vain,
        Deep trumpets blow before thee, shawms behind
    13 lines
  • John Marston: XII
    THE BITTERNESS of death and bitterer scorn
        Breathes from the broad-leafed aloe-plant whence thou
    13 lines
  • Lines on the Death of Edward John Trelawny
    LAST high star of the years whose thunder
        Still men’s listening remembrance hears,
    47 lines
  • On Lamb’s Specimens of Dramatic Poets: Sonnets
    IF ALL the flowers of all the fields on earth
        By wonder-working summer were made one,
    34 lines
  • Philip Massinger: V
    CLOUDS here and there arisen an hour past noon
        Chequered our English heaven with lengthening bars
    13 lines
  • To John Nichol: Sonnets
    FRIEND of the dead, and friend of all my days
        Even since they cast off boyhood, I salute
    30 lines
  • To William Bell Scott
    THE LARKS are loud above our leagues of whin
        Now the sun’s perfume fills their glorious gold
    13 lines
  • The Bloody Sun
    “O WHERE have ye been the morn sae late,
        My merry son, come tell me hither?
    101 lines
  • Anonymous Plays: XVII
    YE TOO, dim watchfires of some darkling hour,
        Whose fame forlorn time saves not nor proclaims
    13 lines
  • Ben Jonson: III
    BROAD-BASED, broad-fronted, bounteous, multiform,
        With many a valley impleached with ivy and vine,
    14 lines
  • Eight Years Old
    SUN, whom the faltering snow-cloud fears,
        Rise, let the time of year be May,
    84 lines
  • John Day: XIII
    DAY was a full-blown flower in heaven, alive
        With murmuring joy of bees and birds aswarm,
    13 lines
  • John Webster: VII
    THUNDER: the flesh quails, and the soul bows down.
        Night: east, west, south, and northward, very night
    13 lines
  • Sir William Gomm: Sonnets
    AT threescore years and five aroused anew
        To rule in India, forth a soldier went
    31 lines
  • Thomas Decker: VIII
    OUT of the depths of darkling life where sin
        Laughs piteously that sorrow should not know
    14 lines
  • To Victor Hugo
            IN the fair days when God
            By man as godlike trod,
    214 lines
  • The Sundew
    A LITTLE marsh-plant, yellow green,
    And pricked at lip with tender red.
    52 lines
  • James Shirley: XIV
    THE DUSK of day’s decline was hard on dark
        When evening trembled round thy glowworm lamp
    14 lines
  • John Ford: VI
    HEW hard the marble from the mountain’s heart
        Where hardest night holds fast in iron gloom
    13 lines
  • Thomas Heywood: X
    TOM, if they loved thee best who called thee Tom.
        What else may all men call thee, seeing thus bright
    13 lines
  • Thomas Middleton: IX
    A WILD MOON riding high from cloud to cloud,
        That sees and sees not, glimmering far beneath,
    13 lines
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