That he not loveth, his dede proveth, 5385
Whan he his richesse so wel loveth,
That he wol hyde it ay and spare,
His pore
freendis
seen forfare;
To kepe [it ay is] his purpose,
Til for drede his eyen close, 5390
And til a wikked deth him take;
Him hadde lever asondre shake,
And late his limes a sondre ryve,
Than leve his richesse in his lyve.
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Inscrutable, but still to be
fulfilled!
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Byron |
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O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by
A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn
My
familiar
surface so completely, I,
Free and naked, might with a single flight
Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn
That other beauty from which your own derives.
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It holds the road west to the Ruo River, 16 it guards the borders of Fuhan
Commandery
to the south.
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Du Fu - 5 |
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O how
charmingly
Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
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Pushkin - Talisman |
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Whether a book is still in copyright varies from country to country, and we can't offer
guidance
on whether any specific use of any specific book is allowed.
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Meredith - Poems |
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" Our way
Upright within the rock arose, and fac'd
Such part of heav'n, that from before my steps
The beams were
shrouded
of the sinking sun.
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Dante - The Divine Comedy |
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Then mourns aloud, as was the custom there:
"Thee, gentle sir, chevalier nobly bred,
To the Glorious Celestial I commend;
Neer shall man be, that will Him serve so well;
Since the
Apostles
was never such prophet,
To hold the laws and draw the hearts of men.
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Chanson de Roland |
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You
descended
through the water clear
I drowned my self so in your glance
The soldier passes she leans down
Turns and breaks away a branch
You float on nocturnal waves
The flame is my own heart reversed
Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell
The wave that bathes you mirrors well
?
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Appoloinaire |
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Fare ye well,
farewell!
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Elizabeth Browning |
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My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car
Bellerephon was the first to ride Pegasus when he
attacked
the Chimaera.
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Appoloinaire |
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O'er hill and dale
We pass'd, and oft I told my doleful tale,
Disclosing all my wounds, end not in vain:
Their sacred
presence
seem'd to soothe my pain.
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Petrarch - Poems |
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'
But nedes day departe moste hem sone,
And whanne hir speche doon was and hir chere, 1710
They twinne anoon as they were wont to done,
And setten tyme of meting eft y-fere;
And many a night they
wroughte
in this manere.
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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And the Lord _did_ aid these men, and they labored day and
even,
Saving Kansas from its peril; and their very lives seemed
charmed,
Till the ruffians killed one son, in the blessed light of
Heaven,--
In cold blood the fellows slew him, as he journeyed all unarmed;
Then Old Brown,
Osawatomie
Brown,
Shed not a tear, but shut his teeth, and frowned a terrible
frown!
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Matthews - Poems of American Patriotism |
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What a seat he has on
horseback!
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Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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Her conscious tail her joy declared:
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat that with the
tortoise
vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes--
She saw, and purr'd applause.
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Golden Treasury |
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The work of many days so
transitory!
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Corneille - Le Cid |
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Wilde - Poems |
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"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and
pocketed
a toy that was running along
the quay.
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Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night |
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there the cliff
That
circling
bounds it!
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Dante - The Divine Comedy |
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Two long odes in a new and regular verse form, on Gregorian rhythm, and entitled "Flesh" and "Flower", areincluded, together with a selection of lyrics from those
published
in .
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Contemporary Verse - v01-02 |
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Say, with ours wilt thou let us rekindle in thine
The glow that has
departed?
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Hugo - Poems |
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Whereas with you and those like you, she
appears
everywhere
and in every shape; so that even you yourself were
ruined and undone by her.
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Aristophanes |
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A haunting music, sole perhaps and lone
Supportress
of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
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Keats |
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' Cromlus
soon after coming home, the
treachery
of the confidant was
discovered,--her marriage disannulled,--and Helen became Lady
Cromlecks.
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Robert Forst |
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From impious Babylon, where all shame is dead,
And every good is banish'd to far climes,
Nurse of rank errors, centre of worst crimes,
Haply to
lengthen
life, I too am fled:
Alone, at last alone, and here, as led
At Love's sweet will, I posies weave or rhymes,
Self-parleying, and still on better times
Wrapt in fond thoughts whence only hope is fed.
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Petrarch - Poems |
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How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and
labyrinth
you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
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Keats - Lamia |
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Oh, many a Cup of this
forbidden
Wine
Must drown the memory of that insolence!
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Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
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What means the
gentleman?
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Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe |
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wherefore did you blind
Yourself
from his quick eyes?
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Keats - Lamia |
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Ebb Tide
When the long day goes by
And I do not see your face,
The old wild,
restless
sorrow
Steals from its hiding place.
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Sara Teasdale |
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If now I am sick in chewing the bitter cud
Of sweet past sin, though solaced by Thy grace,
And ofttimes strengthened by Thy Flesh and Blood,
How shall I then stand up before Thy face,
When from Thine eyes repentance shall be hid,
And utmost Justice stand in Mercy's place:
When every sin I thought or spoke or did
Shall meet me at the inexorable bar,
And there be no man standing in the mid
To plead for me; while star fallen after star
With heaven and earth are like a ripened shock,
And all time's mighty works and wonders are
Consumed as in a moment; when no rock
Remains to fall on me, no tree to hide,
But I stand all creation's gazing-stock,
Exposed and
comfortless
on every side,
Placed trembling in the final balances
Whose poise this hour, this moment, must be tried?
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Christina Rossetti |
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a8
DOWN AND OUT By
Fullerton
L.
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Contemporary Verse - v01-02 |
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Here defiled and old
I perish through unnumbered hours, I swoon,
Hacked with harsh knives to staunch a child's torn hand;
And all my hopes must with my body soon
Be but as
crouching
dust and wind-blown sand.
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Abercrombie - Georgian Poetry 1920-22 |
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Whom with due honours both Atrides grace:
Ye guides and
guardians
of our Argive race!
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Iliad - Pope |
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(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)
Under the
Mirabeau
flows the Seine
And our amours
Shall I remember it again
Joy always followed after Pain
Comes the night sounds the hour
The days go by I endure
Hand in hand rest face to face
While underneath
The bridge of our arms there races
So weary a wave of eternal gazes
Comes the night sounds the hour
The days go by I endure
Love vanishes like the water's flow
Love vanishes
How life is slow
And how Hope lives blow by blow
Comes the night sounds the hour
The days go by I endure
Let the hour pass the day the same
Time past returns
Nor love again
Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Comes the night sounds the hour
The days go by I endure
Twilight
(Alcools: Crepuscule)
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
On the grass where day expires
Columbine strips bare admires
her body in the pond instead
A charlatan of twilight formed
Boasts of the tricks to be performed
The sky without a stain unmarred
Is studded with the milk-white stars
From the boards pale Harlequin
First salutes the spectators
Sorcerers from Bohemia
Fairies sundry enchanters
Having unhooked a star
He proffers it with outstretched hand
While with his feet a hanging man
Sounds the cymbals bar by bar
The blind man rocks a pretty child
The doe with all her fauns slips by
The dwarf observes with saddened pose
How Harlequin magically grows
Clotilde
(Alcools: Clotilde)
The anemone and flower that weeps
have grown in the garden plain
where Melancholy sleeps
between Amor and Disdain
There our shadows linger too
that the midnight will disperse
the sun that makes them dark to view
will with them in dark immerse
The deities of living dew
Let their hair flow down entire
It must be that you pursue
That lovely shadow you desire
The White Snow
(Alcools: La blanche neige)
The angels the angels in the sky
One's dressed as an officer
One's dressed as a chef today
And the others sing
Fine sky-coloured officer
Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone
Will deck you with a lovely sun
A lovely sun
The chef plucks geese
Ah!
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Appoloinaire |
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Vipsanius Agrippa, and decorated
with
paintings
of Neptune and of the Argonauts.
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Tacitus |
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IX
It shifts from poop to beam, from beam to prow,
And even there short season doth remain:
The reeling ship
confounds
the pilot; now
Struck fore, now aft, now on her beam again.
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Ariosoto - Orlando Furioso |
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A good many cognate Modern English words have been
introduced
here and
there in the Glossary with a view to illustration, and other addenda will
be found between brackets and parenthetical marks.
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Beowulf |
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Ah, now I see thy high
vocation!
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Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe |
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She was thinking of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment
suddenly
opened,
and Herman stood before her.
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Pushkin - Queen of Spades |
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The poem on the
whole, however, is chiefly to be admired for the graceful _insouciance
_of its metre, so well in accordance with the
character
of the
sentiments, and especially for the _ease _of the general manner.
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Edgar Allen Poe |
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Since I have touched my lips to your
brimming
cup,
Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,
Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath
Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;
Since it was granted to me to hear you utter
Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,
Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears
Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;
Since I have seen over my enraptured head
A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
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19th Century French Poetry |
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Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the
livelong
night beguile.
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blake-poems |
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The old
stupendous
hall has but one door,
And in the dusk it seems that more and more
The walls recede in space unlimited.
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Hugo - Poems |
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III
The October night comes down;
returning
as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
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T.S. Eliot |
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But thou alone didst surpass the great
frenzies
of
these, when thou wast once united to thy yellow-haired husband.
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Catullus - Carmina |
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The god of ocean (to inflame their rage)
Appears a warrior furrowed o'er with age;
Press'd in his own, the general's hand he took,
And thus the
venerable
hero spoke:
"Atrides!
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Iliad - Pope |
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Goethe - Erotica Romana |
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H. D. - Sea Garden |
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She doth not wait for June;
Before the world is green
Her sturdy little countenance
Against the wind is seen,
Contending with the grass,
Near kinsman to herself,
For privilege of sod and sun,
Sweet
litigants
for life.
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Dickinson - One - Complete |
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Yeats' free
adaptation
is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
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Ronsard |
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"Begin, my flute, with me
Maenalian
lays.
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Virgil - Eclogues |
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I glide on the surface of seas
I have grown sentimental
I no longer know the guide
I no longer move silk over ice
I am
diseased
flowers and stones
I love the most chinese of nudes
I love the most naked lapses of wings
I am old but here I am beautiful
And the shadow that flows from the deep windows
Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
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Paul Eluard - Poems |
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Pourtant, qui n'a serre dans ses bras un squelette,
Et qui ne s'est nourri des choses du
tombeau?
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Baudelaire - Fleurs Du Mal |
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For every
expectation
that he fulfilled there was another that
he destroyed.
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Oscar Wilde - Poetry |
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The
invalidity
or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
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French - Apollinaire - Alcools |
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Pope - Essay on Man |
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20, well observes that this comparison
may also be
sarcastically
applied to the _frigid_ style of oratory.
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Iliad - Pope |
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She dwells with Beauty--Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd
Melancholy
has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
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Keats |
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We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and
scrubbed
the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And clattered with the pails.
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Wilde - Poems |
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Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which
flattens
itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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T.S. Eliot |
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For what is life, if
measured
by the space
Not by the act?
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Ben Jonson - Discoveries Made Upon Men, and Some Poems |
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Whether by day abducted,
Or emptied by the sun
Into the sea, in passing,
Eternally
unknown.
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Dickinson - Three - Complete |
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nec pro me queror hoc, morte est mihi tristior ipsa
maeror Atimeti
coniugis
ille mei.
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Oxford Book of Latin Verse |
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And doune on knes anoon ryght I me sette,
And as I koude, this fresshe flour I grette,
Knelying
alwey, til it unclosed was,
Upon the smale, softe, swote gras.
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William Wordsworth |
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Pope - Essay on Man |
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Nay, but I will rise
And peep over her
shoulder
.
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Abercrombie - Georgian Poetry 1920-22 |
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But the fool's neighbor, who is a
step higher on the Andes of the mind, whose head (that is to say,
his more exalted thought) is too far above the fool to be seen or
understood, but whose feet (by which I mean his everyday actions)
are sufficiently near to be discerned, and by means of which that
superiority is ascertained, which but for them would never have been
discovered-this neighbor asserts that Shakespeare is a great poet--the
fool
believes
him, and it is henceforward his _opinion.
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Poe - 5 |
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"
Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with
childish
prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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Pushkin - Talisman |
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Sir Henry Savile,
grave, and truly lettered; Sir Edwin Sandys,
excellent
in both; Lord
Egerton, the Chancellor, a grave and great orator, and best when he was
provoked; but his learned and able (though unfortunate) successor is he
who hath filled up all numbers, and performed that in our tongue which
may be compared or preferred either to insolent Greece or haughty Rome.
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Ben Jonson - Discoveries Made Upon Men, and Some Poems |
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"
(The Ghost
uneasily
replied
He hardly thought it was).
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Lewis Carroll |
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Truly,
Your
trauells
may haue alter'd your complexion;
But ?
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Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association |
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"Is it
possible
that I have
written verses that are 'filled with beauty,' and is it possible
that you really think them worthy of being given to the world?
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Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
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3
Weak Truth a-leaning on her crutch,
Wan, wasted Truth in her utmost need,
Thy kingly intellect shall feed,
Until she be an athlete bold,
And weary with a finger's touch
Those writhed limbs of lightning speed;
Like that strange angel [4] which of old,
Until the breaking of the light,
Wrestled with
wandering
Israel,
Past Yabbok brook the livelong night,
And heaven's mazed signs stood still
In the dim tract of Penuel.
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, _social
enjoyment
in the hall, hall-joy_: nom.
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"Slender in
bulk—but
it contains good poems.
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XII
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,
And fight against the very gods on high,
While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:
Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,
The furious
squadrons
earthbound lie,
Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,
Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:
So were once seen, in this mortal space,
Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,
Against the very countenance of Heaven:
While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,
Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,
Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
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"--
* * * * *
I have no doubt but scholar-craft may be caught, as a
Scotchman
catches
the itch,--by friction.
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130
Hir herte was wedded to him with a ring;
So
ferforth
upon trouthe is hir entente,
That wher he goth, hir herte with him wente.
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Chaucer - Romuant of the Rose |
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She had
wandered
long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
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Blake - Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience |
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I observed that very few of the more
mystical
Quatrains are in
the Bodleian MS.
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Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
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There shall the spectator see
some insulting with joy, others fretting with melancholy, raging with
anger, mad with love, boiling with avarice, undone with riot, tortured
with expectation,
consumed
with fear; no perturbation in common life but
the orator finds an example of it in the scene.
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Ben Jonson - Discoveries Made Upon Men, and Some Poems |
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far away
Within the wood were
dauncing
in a rownd,
Whiles old Sylvanus?
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I feel this place was made for her;
To give new
pleasure
like the past, 70
Continued long as life shall last.
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I, whose great labours had
acquired
glory,
I, who was ever pursued by victory,
Find that having lived far too long
I must rest un-avenged for a wrong.
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Corneille - Le Cid |
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There are a few things
that you can do with most Project Gutenberg(TM) electronic works even
without
complying
with the full terms of this agreement.
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Stephen Crane |
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The fee is
owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he
has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the
Project Gutenberg
Literary
Archive Foundation.
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(Only certain very bold
instructions
of mine, encroachments etc.
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Mallarme - Poems |
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CLI
Love is too young to know what
conscience
is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
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Shakespeare - Sonnets |
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No longer the flowers are gay,
The
springtime
hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
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Stefan George - Selections from His Works and Others |
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Hamilton
and your
family; your mother, sister, and brother; my quondam Eliza, &c.
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Robert Forst |
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight
shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night |
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Thus, my dear muses, again you've beguiled the
monotony
for me.
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LXXXVIII
"Entering the tower, he finds her harboured there
Whereof I spake, so dear in Clodion's eyes;
Whom SHE had
equalled
with the loveliest fair,
Nature, so niggard of such courtesies.
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Tho' I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing
Fortune's slidd'ry ba',
With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, tho' far awa'.
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Robert Forst |
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O
beauteous
eyes, where Love doth nestling stay!
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Petrarch - Poems |
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e office of
aduocat?
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Chaucer - Boethius |
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Easy
Easy and beautiful under
your eyelids
As the meeting of pleasure
Dance and the rest
I spoke the fever
The best reason for fire
That you might be pale and luminous
A thousand fruitful poses
A thousand ravaged embraces
Repeated move to erase themselves
You grow dark you unveil yourself
A mask you
control it
It deeply resembles you
And you seem nothing but
lovelier
naked
Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked
Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning
You reveal yourself to you
To reveal yourself to others
Talking of Power and Love
Between all my torments between death and self
Between my despair and the reason for living
There is injustice and this evil of men
That I cannot accept there is my anger
There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain
There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece
The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope
For all the innocents who hate evil
The light is always close to dying
Life always ready to become earth
But spring is reborn that is never done with
A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles
And the warmth will have the right of the selfish
Their atrophied senses will not resist
I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness
I hear a man speak what he has not known
You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience
You I love forever you who made me
You will not tolerate oppression or injury
You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness
You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you
The Beloved
She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is wound in mine,
She has the form of my hands,
She has the colour of my eyes,
She is swallowed by my shadow
Like a stone against the sky.
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Paul Eluard - Poems |
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And seers
inspired
did read the dream on oaths,
Chanting aloud _In realms below
The dead are wroth;
Against their slayers yet their ire doth glow_.
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Aeschylus |
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