A myriad leaves,
Like birds that fly the
mournful
Northern air.
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George Lathrop - Dreams and Days |
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After having vied with returned favours
squandered
treasure
More than a red lip with a red tip
And more than a white leg with a white foot
Where then do we think we are?
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Paul Eluard - Poems |
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FOOTNOTES
{253} The "Race" is the turbulent sea-area off the Bill of Portland,
where
contrary
tides meet.
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Thomas Hardy - Poems of the Past and Present |
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It may only be
used on or
associated
in any way with an electronic work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
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Pushkin - Queen of Spades |
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280
`Wher-fore, er I wol ferther goon a pas,
Yet eft I thee biseche and fully seye,
That
privetee
go with us in this cas;
That is to seye, that thou us never wreye;
And be nought wrooth, though I thee ofte preye 285
To holden secree swich an heigh matere;
For skilful is, thow wost wel, my preyere.
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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Two rivals now will duel for me as prize:
Yet the
happiest
end will fuel my sighs;
Whatever fate determines in my honour
I fail my father, or I lose my lover.
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Corneille - Le Cid |
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These are not to be cherished for themselves;
They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the
musicians
play
for them;
The show passes, all does well enough of course,
All does very well till one flash of defiance.
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Whitman |
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And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a
formulated
phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
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T.S. Eliot |
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Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So
wistfully
at the day.
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Oscar Wilde - Poetry |
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Sweet dreams of
pleasant
streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
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Blake - Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience |
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There my Colonna, too, with glad surprise,
'Mid the pale group, assail'd my
startled
eyes.
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Petrarch - Poems |
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The
Portuguese
prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
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Appoloinaire |
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"
"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the standing line wears thinner and the
dropping
dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
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AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad |
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but when Urizen frownd She wept
In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back
Upon his Golden hall & sought the Labyrinthine porches
Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat
A Shadow of Despair therefore toward the West Urizen formd
A recess in the wall for fires to glow upon the pale
Females limbs in his absence & her Daughters oft upon
A Golden Altar burnt
perfumes
with Art Celestial formd
Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother {"Pleasd" mended to "please.
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Blake - Zoas |
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Voice of the monstrous mill, the
shouting
mart,
Not less of airy cloud and wave and tree,
Thou, thou, if even to thyself unknown,
Hast power to say the Time in terms of tone.
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Sidney Lanier |
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Illustrious
farr and wide, but by his own
First seen, them unexpected joy surpriz'd,
When the great Ensign of Messiah blaz'd
Aloft by Angels born, his Sign in Heav'n:
Under whose Conduct Michael soon reduc'd
His Armie, circumfus'd on either Wing,
Under thir Head imbodied all in one.
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Milton |
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20
Let's mar our
pleasant
days no more,
Song-birds of passage, days of youth:
Catch at to-day, forget the days before:
I'll wink at your untruth.
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Christina Rossetti |
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So distant they, and such the space between,
As when two teams of mules divide the green,
(To whom the hind like shares of land allows,)
When now new furrows part the
approaching
ploughs.
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Iliad - Pope |
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Yonder,
lightening
other loads,
The seasons range the country roads,
But here in London streets I ken
No such helpmates, only men;
And these are not in plight to bear,
If they would, another's care.
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AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad |
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can I not save
_One_ from the
pitiless
wave?
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Edgar Allen Poe |
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ne sholde nat p{er}isshe
vnexcercised
i{n} gouernaunce of comune.
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Chaucer - Boethius |
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it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every
wandering
bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
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Golden Treasury |
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3, this work is
provided
to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER
WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO
WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
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H. D. - Sea Garden |
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Lucinde, and, on being
introduced
at M.
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World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama |
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I look upon a
monstrous
giant,
as Tityus, whose body covered nine acres of land, and mine eye sticks
upon every part; the whole that consists of those parts will never be
taken in at one entire view.
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Ben Jonson - Discoveries Made Upon Men, and Some Poems |
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Every subject was proper ground for
legitimate
study, even the
sombre facts of death and burial, and the unknown life beyond.
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Dickinson - Three - Complete |
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Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must
recompense!
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Corneille - Le Cid |
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Or, which is more probable, those who
pretended to see this were such as wished to astonish others by
{16}
this prodigy, and, through a false
narration
of this kind, to give
assistance to the frauds of other impostors.
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Tacitus |
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PARTING WITH FRIENDS AT A
WINESHOP
IN NANKING
The wind blowing through the willow-flowers fills the shop with scent;
A girl of Wu has served wine and bids the traveller taste.
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| Source: |
Li Po |
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The piece
inscribed
to R.
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| Source: |
Robert Forst |
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Aye, Poesy hath passed away,
And Fancy's visions
undeceive
us;
The night hath ta'en the place of day,
And why should passing shadows grieve us?
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| Source: |
John Clare |
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp
muttered
in the dark.
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| Source: |
Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night |
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e & fede,
& bad his men he scholde him lede
To his hous as sone; 294
And
grauntede
him, as [I] ?
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| Source: |
Adam Davy's Five Dreams about Edward II - 1389 |
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He
promised
'a new start'.
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| Source: |
T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land |
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[BEATRICE
ADVANCES
TOWARDS HIM;
HE COVERS HIS FACE, AND SHRINKS BACK.
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| Source: |
Shelley |
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See
especially
the last paragraph.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Thomas Chatterton - Rowley Poems |
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The culture of the hop, with the processes of picking, drying in the
kiln, and packing for the market, as well as the uses to which it is
applied, so
analogous
to the culture and uses of the grape, may afford
a theme for future poets.
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Thoreau - Excursions and Poems |
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Mais je sais,
maintenant!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Rimbaud - Poesie Completes |
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Such was the prelude to the tale
Told by the Minstrel; and at times
He paused amid its varying rhymes,
And at each pause again broke in
The music of his violin,
With tones of
sweetness
or of fear,
Movements of trouble or of calm,
Creating their own atmosphere;
As sitting in a church we hear
Between the verses of the psalm
The organ playing soft and clear,
Or thundering on the startled ear.
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| Source: |
Longfellow |
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Thomas Hardy - Poems of the Past and Present |
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Let the contentious spirit know
At this hour when we are silent
The stalks of multiple lilies grow
Far too tall for our reason
And not as the riverbank weeps
When its tedious game tells lies
Claiming
abundance
should reach
Into my first surprise
On hearing the whole sky and the map
Behind my steps, without end, bear witness
By the ebbing wave itself that
This country never existed.
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| Source: |
Mallarme - Poems |
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"But at the brook we'll meet,
That ripples down the
boundary
line;
There you may wed, and Heaven shall see't.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
George Lathrop - Dreams and Days |
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The present draft, besides innumerable verbal alterations and
improvements upon the original, is more carefully punctuated, and, the
lines being indented, presents a more
pleasing
appearance, to the eye at
least.
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Edgar Allen Poe |
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I couple all
fortifications in my mind with the
dismantled
Spanish forts to be
found in so many parts of the world; and if in any place they are not
actually dismantled, it is because that there the intellect of the
inhabitants is dismantled.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Thoreau - Excursions and Poems |
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Then about that barrow the battle-keen rode,
atheling-born, a band of twelve,
lament to make, to mourn their king,
chant their dirge, and their
chieftain
honor.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere |
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_Grasshoppers_
Grasshoppers go in many a
thumming
spring
And now to stalks of tasseled sow-grass cling,
That shakes and swees awhile, but still keeps straight;
While arching oxeye doubles with his weight.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
John Clare |
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No pass through those, without a
thousand
wounds,
No space for combat in yon narrow bounds.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Iliad - Pope |
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'Tis no sight
For
halfling
girls.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Lascelle Abercrombie |
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--we will stay 65
Together
here this one half day.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
William Wordsworth |
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"
Throwing
her down, he drew his dirk,
And plunged it in the maid,--a work
You'll say was cruel,--not so Jane,
Who even seemed to like the pain,
And hoped to be thus stabbed again.
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| Source: |
La Fontaine |
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And as each jarring, monster-mass is past,
Fond
recollect
what once thou wast:
In manner due, beneath this sacred oak,
Hear, Spirit, hear!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Robert Burns - Poems and Songs |
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Thou tells o' never-ending care;
O'
speechless
grief and dark despair:
For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Robert Burns |
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Look, look I the very embers of themselves
Have caught the altar with a
flickering
flame,
While I delay to fetch them: may the sign
Prove lucky!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Virgil - Eclogues |
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As she was a Mennonite
Her rose-trees and her clothes lacked buttons
Two were missing from my coat-front
Both of us
followed
almost the same rite.
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| Source: |
19th Century French Poetry |
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dumu-anna,
daughter
of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
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| Source: |
Epic of Gilgamesh |
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And that way the nation is moving, and I may say
that mankind
progress
from east to west.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Thoreau - Excursions and Poems |
|
II
Le pretre a distingue, parmi les catechistes
Congreges des
faubourgs
ou des riches quartiers,
Cette petite fille inconnue, aux yeux tristes,
Front jaune.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Rimbaud - Poesie Completes |
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But will you be more
justified?
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Shakespeare |
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On, in the whirling shade
Of the cannon's sulphury breath,
We drew to the Line of Death
That our
devilish
Foe had laid--
Meshed in a horrible net,
And baited villainous well,
Right in our path were set
Three hundred traps of hell!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Matthews - Poems of American Patriotism |
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The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time's flowing tide,
Like
footprints
hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Longfellow |
|
"
LXXII
An admiral is there of Balaguet;
Clear face and proud, and body nobly bred;
Since first he was upon his horse mounted,
His arms to bear has shewn great lustihead;
In
vassalage
he is well famoused;
Christian were he, he'd shewn good baronhead.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Chanson de Roland |
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The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If
broadcloth
breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,
Who is to blame?
| Guess: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Dickinson - Two - Complete |
|
IX
I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
And
carousing
in sin.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Stephen Crane |
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O, you
deserved
a better flame!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Horace - Odes, Carmen |
|
_5
I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind
To the
mountain
peak and the rocky lake,
And the.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Shelley |
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Enough of such, O king, within thy halls
There lies, a store that cannot fail; but I--
I would have gladly vowed unto the gods
Cost of a thousand
garments
trodden thus,
(Had once the oracle such gift required)
Contriving ransom for thy life preserved.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Aeschylus |
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Over it the Star of Evening
Melts and
trembles
through the purple,
Hangs suspended in the twilight.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Longfellow |
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Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,
He sinks down; stretched out on a level stone,
Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue
Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;
And, as his inert forces, in imagination
Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,
Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,
Leaping, and plunging
dripping
claws forever
Into bullocks' flesh as they bellow and shiver.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
19th Century French Poetry |
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Then each and all they
strongly
bend
their bows into a curve and pull shafts from their quivers.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Virgil - Aeneid |
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We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves
wheeling
in the wind.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Wilde - Poems |
|
XV He told, that to these waters he had come [28]
To gather leeches, being old and poor: 100
Employment hazardous and
wearisome!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
William Wordsworth |
|
He
seems not to have regarded the graves of
scholars
or philosophers; and
he trod the pavements where the warlike princes and nobles had walked
without any emotion.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Robert Burns |
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nullo spatio relicto
1 _Varus_ C:
_Varius_
GOR Ven La1: _Verannius_ D
3 _tunc_ ORVen Laur.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Latin - Catullus |
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The horses plunged,
The cannon lurched and lunged,
To join the
hopeless
rout.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
George Lathrop - Dreams and Days |
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And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought,
With many recognitions dim and faint,
And somewhat of a sad perplexity,
The picture of the mind revives again:
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with
pleasing
thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads |
|
They
gathered
the flowers
Each to himself.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Stephen Crane |
|
Out spake the Consul roundly:
"The bridge must
straight
go down;
For, since Janiculum is lost,
Nought else can save the town.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Macaulay - Lays of Ancient Rome |
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Sundays and
Tuesdays
he fasts and sighs,
His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,
After dry bread, and no gateaux,
Water for soup that floats his guts along.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Villon |
|
In the Church of Christ's Wounds at Lisbon, on
11th April, 1542, Camoens first beheld Dona Caterina de Atayde, the
object of his purest and earliest
attachment
.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Camoes - Lusiades |
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But all I hear is silence,
And
something
that may be leaves or may be sea.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
American Poetry - 1922 |
|
Hear how he clears the point o' faith
Wi' rattlin and wi'
thumpin!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Robert Burns - Poems and Songs |
|
Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed
editions, all of which are confirmed as not
protected
by copyright in
the U.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Yeats |
|
Now
wrinkled
forehead, hair gone grey:
Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,
That laughed and flashed once every way,
And reeled their roaming victims in:
Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,
Hanging down like moss, a face,
Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin
Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Villon |
|
FOR A
MEMORIAL
WINDOW TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH, SET UP IN ST.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
James Russell Lowell |
|
Amorous Prince, the
greatest
lover,
I want no evil that's of your doing,
But, by God, all noble hearts must offer
To succour a poor man, without crushing.
| Guess: |
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But withall, Sir,
Such an
infernall
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Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association |
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By druerye, and by solas,
His leef a rosen
chapelet
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Had maad, and on his heed it set.
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Chaucer - Romuant of the Rose |
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I've seen a dying eye
Run round and round a room
In search of something, as it seemed,
Then cloudier become;
And then, obscure with fog,
And then be soldered down,
Without
disclosing
what it be,
'T were blessed to have seen.
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Dickinson - One - Complete |
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Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to
maintaining
tax exempt
status with the IRS.
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Keats - Lamia |
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Celmonde
canne ne'er from anie byker staie.
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Thomas Chatterton - Rowley Poems |
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The
Scylfings
are also called Heaðo-Scilfingas, 63, Gūð-Scylfingas, 2928.
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Beowulf |
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_Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the
Jumblies
live.
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Lear - Nonsense |
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Meredith - Poems |
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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When
hurricanes
its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
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Pushkin - Talisman |
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Or to us denied
This
intellectual
food, for beasts reserved?
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World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama |
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Oh potenza di Dio, quant' e severa,
che cotai colpi per
vendetta
croscia!
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Dante - La Divina Commedia |
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Swich arguments ne been not worth a bene;
Wol ye the
childish
Ialous contrefete?
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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Wilde - Poems |
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And now I go--as others already
crucified
have gone.
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Khalil Gibran - Poems |
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This said, they both betook them several wayes, 610
Both to destroy, or unimmortal make
All kinds, and for destruction to mature
Sooner or later; which th'
Almightie
seeing,
From his transcendent Seat the Saints among,
To those bright Orders utterd thus his voice.
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Milton |
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