His eyes glare crimson, black his
unctuous
beard,
His belly large, and claw'd the hands, with which
He tears the spirits, flays them, and their limbs
Piecemeal disparts.
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Dante - The Divine Comedy |
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For of the
mountains
there
Was I, betwixt Urbino and the height,
Whence Tyber first unlocks his mighty flood.
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Dante - The Divine Comedy |
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The dogs were
handsomely
provided for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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T.S. Eliot |
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All human virtue, to its latest breath,
Finds envy never
conquered
but by death.
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| Question: |
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Pope - Essay on Man |
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Discontented with myself and with
everything
and everybody else, I
should be glad enough to redeem myself and regain my self-respect in the
silence and solitude.
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| Question: |
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Baudelaire - Poems and Prose Poems |
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, advocate,
afterwards
a
judge, under the title of Lord Newton.
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Robert Burns |
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Then in thy conscience, Queen,
Thou feelest the King
requiring
thanks of thee.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Lascelle Abercrombie |
|
" Such were their words;
At hearing which
downward
I bent my looks,
And held them there so long, that the bard cried:
"What art thou pond'ring?
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Dante - The Divine Comedy |
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If I should fail, what
poverty!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Dickinson - One - Complete |
|
Golden lights will gleam out
sullenly
into silence,
Before I return.
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Imagists |
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: in O interstitium non est
2
_ingere_
codices praeter B: _iungere_ B: _inger_ tres codices
Gelli vi.
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Latin - Catullus |
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In mournful
converse
now, amidst the host,
Their compact they bewail'd, and Syria lost!
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Petrarch |
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Thy sire, the mighty Nilus, drive thee hence
Turning to death and doom thy greedy
violence!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Aeschylus |
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You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
As dogs upon their masters,
worrying
you.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Shakespeare |
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But come here, that I may teach you; I will tell you
something very
necessary
to know to be a man; but you will not repeat it
to anybody.
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| Question: |
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Aristophanes |
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and
blackens
far the meads.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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Odyssey - Pope |
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Far inward stretch the
mournful
sterile dales,
Where on the parch'd hill-side pale famine wails.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Camoes - Lusiades |
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or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too
vehement
light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Sonnets from the Portugese |
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Hence, from himself the
opprobrious
shame to turn,
Martano now employs his lying tongue;
And she, the false and cunning courtezan,
Assists him in his scheme as best she can.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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Ariosoto - Orlando Furioso |
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They interpreted the age to itself--hence
the many phases of thought and style they present:--to
sympathise
with
each, fervently and impartially, without fear and without fancifulness,
is no doubtful step in the higher education of the Soul.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Golden Treasury |
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Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride
ourselves
on love's merit,
Excuse is shameful to a noble spirit.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Corneille - Le Cid |
|
Redistribution is
subject to the trademark license,
especially
commercial
redistribution.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Epic of Gilgamesh |
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_>
Wonder of Beautie,
Goddesse
of my sense,
You that have taught my soule to love aright,
You in whose limbes are natures chief expense
Fitt instrument to serve your matchless spright,
If ever you have felt the miserie 5
Of being banish'd from your best desier,
By Absence, Time, or Fortunes tyranny,
Sterving for cold, and yet denied for fier:
Deare mistresse pittie then the like effects
The which in mee your absence makes to flowe, 10
And haste their ebb by your divine aspect
In which the pleasure of my life doth growe:
Stay not so long for though it seem a wonder
You keepe my bodie and my soule asunder.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
John Donne |
|
Hart is the
originator
of the Project Gutenberg-tm
concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared
with anyone.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Robert Forst |
|
]
for whiche vlixes hadde ioie whan he saw
poliphem{us}
4256
wepyng {and} blynde.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Chaucer - Boethius |
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Have they no crafts to mind at home, that
hitherward
they stray?
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Macaulay - Lays of Ancient Rome |
|
= This famous street was
formerly
the road between
the cities of Westminster and London.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association |
|
e se nulla di noi pieta ti move,
a
vergognar
ti vien de la tua fama.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Dante - La Divina Commedia |
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Love grieved, and I with him at times, to see
By what strange practices and cunning art,
You still
continued
from his fetters free,
From whom my feet were never far apart.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Petrarch |
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Well mightst thou scorn thy Readers to allure
With
tinkling
Rhime, of thy own sense secure;
While the Town-Bayes writes all the while and spells,
And like a Pack-horse tires without his Bells:
Their Fancies like our Bushy-points appear,
The Poets tag them, we for fashion wear.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Milton |
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Quoth she, "Meekly have I done all thy
biddings
under sun":
_Toll slowly.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Elizabeth Browning |
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You think in our
presence
a thought 't would
defame us to hear!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Elizabeth Browning |
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"Daughter of great
Rhexenor!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Odyssey - Pope |
|
Public domain books are our gateways to the past, representing a wealth of history, culture and knowledge that's often
difficult
to discover.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Meredith - Poems |
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Parsifal
Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet
Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,
A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted
To love the little tits and gentle babble;
He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle
Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;
He's conquered Hell,
returned
to his tent,
With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
19th Century French Poetry |
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Who ought to make me (what he can, or none),
That man divine whom wisdom calls her own;
Great without title, without fortune blessed;
Rich even when plundered,
honoured
while oppressed;
Loved without youth, and followed without power;
At home, though exiled; free, though in the Tower;
In short, that reasoning, high, immortal thing,
Just less than Jove, and much above a king,
Nay, half in heaven--except (what's mighty odd)
A fit of vapours clouds this demi-god.
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Pope - Essay on Man |
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For we always desire Nuance,
Not Colour, nuance
evermore!
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
19th Century French Poetry |
|
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary
Woolnoth
kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land |
|
Ulysses then undertakes
the adventure, and, by the help of Mercury, who gives him the herb
Moly, overcomes the enchantress, and procures the
restoration
of
his men.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Odyssey - Pope |
|
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.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Gawaine and the Green Knight |
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Yet least they faint
At the sad
Sentence
rigorously urg'd,
For I behold them soft'nd and with tears 110
Bewailing thir excess, all terror hide.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Milton |
|
SAS}
Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction & sealed
And Vala fed in cruel delight, the furnaces with fire
Stern Urizen beheld urg'd by necessity to keep
The evil day afar, & if perchance with iron power
He might avert his own despair; in woe & fear he saw
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Vala incircle round the furnaces where Luvah was clos'd
In joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah
With whom she walkd in bliss, in times of innocence & youth
Hear ye the voice of Luvah from the furnaces of Urizen
If I indeed am Valas King [Luvahs Lord] & ye O sons of Men
The workmanship of Luvahs hands; in times of Everlasting
When I calld forth the Earth-worm from the cold & dark obscure
I nurturd her I fed her with my rains & dews, she grew
A scaled Serpent, yet I fed her tho' she hated me
Day after day she fed upon the mountains in Luvahs sight
I brought her thro' the Wilderness, a dry & thirsty land
And I
commanded
springs to rise for her in the black desart
Till she became a Dragon winged bright & poisonous {Erdman notes that a revision was made to this line while it was still wet mending "fordemon" to "Dragon".
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Blake - Zoas |
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These had seen
movement
and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
War Poetry - 1914-17 |
|
,
_hostile
alien, fell demon_: acc.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Beowulf |
|
Its stem will stretch to the length of
three or four feet--thus
preserving
its head above water
in the swellings of the river.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Edgar Allen Poe |
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Helpless
as sailor cast on some bare rock; 1836.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Wordsworth - 1 |
|
Its stem will stretch to the length of
three or four feet--thus preserving its head above water
in the
swellings
of the river.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Edgar Allen Poe |
|
20
et tu non orbum luxti deserta cubile,
sed fratris cari flebile
discidium?
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Latin - Catullus |
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"
So Gareth was seated at another table and the baron came to him and
asked him whether it might not be better for him to
relinquish
his
quest, but the lad replied that the king had given it to him and he
would carry it through.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Tennyson |
|
"
Who
shrieked
"We'll wait no longer, John!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Lewis Carroll |
|
My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love,
My heart is
breaking
and my eyes are dim,
And I am all aweary of my life.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Tennyson |
|
3 Birds of prey were
associated
with the Censorate; autumn was their season to strike.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Du Fu - 5 |
|
No it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath his house his wife his
children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the witherd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun
And in the vintage & to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer
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To listen to the hungry ravens cry in wintry season
When the red blood is filld with wine & with the marrow of lambs
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan
To see a god on every wind & a blessing on every blast
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies house
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, & the sickness that cuts off his children
While our olive & vine sing & laugh round our door & our children bring fruits & flowers
Then the groan & the dolor are quite forgotten & the slave grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains & the poor in the prison, & the soldier in the field
When the shatterd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity
Thus could I sing & thus rejoice, but it is not so with me!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Blake - Zoas |
|
--In the second part of Oswald's, in the
three first bars, he has either hit on a wonderful similarity to, or
else he has
entirely
borrowed the three first bars of the old air; and
the close of both tunes is almost exactly the same.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Robert Burns |
|
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful
springtime
pleases me
Ai!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Troubador Verse |
|
I walk face lowered, and I glower,
And neither song nor
hawthorn
flower,
Can please me more than winter's ice.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Troubador Verse |
|
<
uscendo fuor de la profonda notte
che sempre nera fa la valle
inferna?
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Dante - La Divina Commedia |
|
_A
trumpeter
is dimly heard from the distance,
requesting_ GOETZ _to surrender unconditionally_.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama |
|
Once again,
If thou suppose
whatever
thou beholdest,
Among all visible objects, cannot be,
Unless thou feign bodies of matter endowed
With a like nature,--by thy vain device
For thee will perish all the germs of things:
'Twill come to pass they'll laugh aloud, like men,
Shaken asunder by a spasm of mirth,
Or moisten with salty tear-drops cheeks and chins.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Lucretius |
|
Ronsard's Cassandra, was Cassandra Salviati, the
daughter
of an Italian banker.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Ronsard |
|
LIMITED WARRANTY,
DISCLAIMER
OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
|
This long and shining flank of metal is
Magic that greasy labor cannot spoil;
While this vast engine that could rend the soil
Conceals
its fury with a gentle hiss.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
American Poetry - 1922 |
|
In the wandering transparency
of your noble face
these floating animals are wonderful
I envy their candour their inexperience
Your inexperience on the bed of waters
Finds the road of love without bowing
By the road of ways
and without the talisman that reveals
your
laughter
at the crowd of women
and your tears no one wants.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Paul Eluard - Poems |
|
My
charming
child, thou wilt learn to love him, thou wilt
forget Ivan the king's son.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Pushkin - Boris Gudonov |
|
--2) _continual, entire_; andlangne dæg, 2116, _the whole
day_;
andlonge
niht, 2939.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Beowulf |
|
In all our high
designments
'twill appear, II.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Robert Herrick |
|
TO-DAY
I rake no coffined clay, nor publish wide
The
resurrection
of departed pride.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Emerson - Poems |
|
Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with
Predestination
round
Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
|
MARMADUKE That such a One,
So pious in
demeanour!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
William Wordsworth |
|
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly
important
to maintaining tax exempt
status with the IRS.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
French - Apollinaire - Alcools |
|
See where it
straggles
'long the fields for leagues on leagues away,
Like riches from a spendthrift's hand flung prodigal to earth.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Victor Hugo - Poems |
|
Nearer To Us
Run and run towards deliverance
And find and gather everything
Deliverance and riches
Run so quickly the thread breaks
With the sound a great bird makes
A flag always soared beyond
Open Door
Life is truly kind
Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,
The angels of
bouquets
grant the flowers a change of hue.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Paul Eluard - Poems |
|
--
Pardon me, airy planet, that I prize
One thought beyond thine argent
luxuries!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Keats |
|
And all my
Children?
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
|
| Source: |
shakespeare-macbeth |
|
The
merchants
retire
crestfallen, and callers stream in with profuse congratulations.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama |
|
Thou Po to distant realms this frame mayst bear,
On thy all-powerful, thy impetuous tide;
But the free spirit that within doth bide
Nor for thy might, nor any might doth care:
Not varying here its course, nor
shifting
there,
Upon the favouring gale it joys to glide;
Plying its wings toward the laurel's pride,
In spite of sails or oars, of sea or air.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Petrarch - Poems |
|
1270
Considered
al, ther nis no-more amis.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
|
" There are songs about the
children
in this book; they
are called the Lord of Battles, the Sun of Victory, the
Lotus-born, and the Jewel of Delight.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
|
Whose yet
unfeathered
quills her fail ;
The edge all bloody from its breast
He draws, and does In's stroke detest.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Marvell - Poems |
|
O I could fly
With thee into the ken of
heavenly
powers,
So thou wouldst thus, for many sequent hours,
Press me so sweetly.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Keats |
|
Faces so pale with
wondrous
eyes, very dear, gather closer yet,
Draw close, but speak not.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass |
|
Day after day "to-morrow," thus I say:
I watched so yesterday
In hope and sorrow,
Again to-day I watch the
accustomed
way.
| Guess: |
|
| Question: |
|
| Answer: |
|
| Source: |
Christina Rossetti |
|
-- Once certain hounds that knew of many a chase,
And bare great wounds of antler and of tusk
That they had ta'en to give a lord some sport,
-- Good hounds, that would have died to give lords sport --
Were so
bewrayed
and kicked by these same lords
That all the pack turned tooth o' the knights and bit
As knights had been no better things than boars,
And took revenge as bloody as a man's,
Unhoundlike, sudden, hot i' the chops, and sweet.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Sidney Lanier |
|
Permit that I for Thine immortal head
A
yielding
couch prepare.
| Guess: |
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Wenn Ihr mir die
Erlaubnis
gebt,
Ihn meine Strasse sacht zu fuhren.
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Goethe - Faust- Der Tragödie erster Teil |
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I'll devise thee brave
punishments
for him.
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Shakespeare |
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Peire
Cardenal
(c.
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Troubador Verse |
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Thence they might easily pass by means of commercial
intercourse
to the neighboring Germans.
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Tacitus |
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Act IV Scene VI (Phaedra, Oenone)
Phaedra
Dear Oenone, do you know what I have
learned?
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Racine - Phaedra |
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This book, the work of a great scholar, is reliable--except
in its
information
about Chinese prosody.
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Waley - 170 Chinese Poems |
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A hundred and forty of those I have chosen have not
been
translated
by any one else.
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Waley - 170 Chinese Poems |
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The day
was excessively hot, the
thermometer
at nearly 100?
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Whitman |
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Rilke - Poems |
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DER HERR:
Du darfst auch da nur frei erscheinen;
Ich habe
deinesgleichen
nie gehasst.
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Goethe - Faust- Der Tragödie erster Teil |
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Then farther, fainter, till she is lost, Forging to
westward
through the night;
Westward her deep-voiced tones are tossed,
And the ghostly glare of her great searchlight.
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Contemporary Verse - v01-02 |
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Hymne profond,
delicieux!
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Baudelaire - Fleurs Du Mal |
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Therefore
strike on, the Emperour's love to gain.
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Chanson de Roland |
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"
_Behemot,
sweating
blood,
Uses for his daily food
All the fodder, flesh and juice
That twelve tall mountains can produce.
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American Poetry - 1922 - A Miscellany |
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ai
honoureden
a fals god; a morewe & ek an eue.
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Adam Davy's Five Dreams about Edward II - 1389 |
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XL
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue
remembered
hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
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AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad |
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