Chariots of Fire

Bring me my Bow of burning gold: Bring me my Arrows of desire: Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of fire! -William Blake, And Did Those Feet

Sunset Tree

Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone. -Felicia Dorothea Hemans, Tyrolese Evening Song

Flying Cloud

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,     The flying cloud, the frosty light -Alfred, Lord Tennyson, In Momoriam A. H. H., 1850

Silent Laughter

For after the rain when with never a stain       The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams       Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,       And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,       I arise and unbuild it again. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud, 1820

Happy Melodies

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed     Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied,     For ever piping songs for ever new; -John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn

Wind of Night

Thine eyes glow'd in the glare     Of the moon's dying light;           As a fen-fire's beam           On a sluggish stream Gleams dimly--so the moon shone there, And it yellow'd the strings of thy tangled hair,         That shook in the wind of night. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lines: The cold earth slept below, 1823

Flush of Rage

On the earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age -Sir Walter Scott,Marmion, 1808

Pleasure

But pleasures are like poppies spread,   You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white--then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. -Robert Burns, Tam O'Shanter: A Tale, 1791