And He Said, "Fight On" [1]

"Music, music with throb and swing,         Of a plaintive note, and long;     'Tis a note no human throat could sing,     No harp with its dulc"

"I     Sing to us, cedars; the twilight is creeping         With shadowy garments, the wilderness through;     All day we have carolled, and no"

"All yesterday the thought of you was resting in my soul,     And when sleep wandered o'er the world that very thought she stole     To fill my d"

"I     Lady Lorgnette, of the lifted lash,         The curling lip and the dainty nose,     The shell-like ear where the jewels flash,"

"(In Four Books.) With eager search to dart the soul, Curiously vain, from pole to pole, And from the planets' wandering spheres To extort the number o"

"POETS, like lawful monarchs, ruled the stage, Till critics, like damn'd Whigs, debauch'd our age. Mark how they jump: critics would regulate Our theat"