2) Wordsworth, William. 1888. Complete Poetical Works.
...May cling;-hard fate! which haply need not be "Did Justice mould the statutes of the Land. "A Book time-cherished and an honoured name "Are high rewards; but bound...

3) 277. Poet's Dream. P. B. Shelley. The Golden Treasury
...ON a Poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses 5 Of shapes...

4) Wordsworth, William. 1888. Complete Poetical Works.
...Had heart or voice for me. If such thy meaning, O forbear, Sweet Bird! to do me wrong; Love, blessed Love, is everywhere The spirit of my song: 20 'Mid grove, and...

5) Wordsworth, William. 1888. Complete Poetical Works.
...Subject of my Verse, I heaved a pensive sigh. Nor could my heart by second thoughts from heaviness be cleared, For bodied forth before my eyes the cross-crowned hut...

6) 143. Sing of the Banner at Day-Break. Whitman, Walt. 1900. Leaves of Grass
...Where the banner at day-break is flapping. Words! book-words! what are you? Words no more, for hearken and see, 10 My song is there in the open air—and I must sing,...

7) 56. How a Cat Was Annoyed and a Poet Was Booted. Guy Wetmore Carryl. Modern American Poetry
...The poems he occasionally roared. (I myself possess a feline, But when poetry I roar He is sure to make a bee-line For the door.) 20 The poet, cent by cent, All his...

8) 21. Henry Purcell. Hopkins, Gerard Manley. 1918. Poems
... The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell and praises him that, whereas other musicians have given utterance to the moods of man s mind, he has, beyond...

9) Wordsworth, William. 1888. Complete Poetical Works.
...TO THE POET, JOHN DYER BARD of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made That work a living landscape fair and bright; Nor hallowed less with musical delight Than those...

10) 42. Poet in the Nursery, The. Graves, Robert. 1918. Fairies and Fusiliers
...That rhymes were beastly things and never there. And as I groped, the whole time I was thinking About the tragic poem I d been writing,. An old man s life of beer...