Tchekalinsky paused after each
coup, to allow the punters time to recognize their gains or losses,
politely
answering
all questions and constantly smiling.
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Pushkin - Queen of Spades |
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And he ful softe and
sleighly
gan hir seye,
`Now hold your day, and dooth me not to deye.
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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All Is Truth
O me, man of slack faith so long,
Standing aloof, denying portions so long,
Only aware to-day of compact all-diffused truth,
Discovering to-day there is no lie or form of lie, and can be none,
but grows as
inevitably
upon itself as the truth does upon itself,
Or as any law of the earth or any natural production of the earth does.
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Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass |
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I fear it much; and I do fear besides
That I shall lose
distinction
in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.
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Shakespeare |
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Events and the influence of
characters
are woven closely and
intricately together into one tragic pattern; and this requires not only
characterization, but also the adding to the characters of persistent
and dominant motives.
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The real you is fierce, of
pitiless
cruelty:
The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,
I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:
Nothing's denied me.
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Ronsard |
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Mente
inquassatus
solidaque, tyranno minante,
Horrisonis (hic) bombis moenia et alta quatente, 100
Sese promptum (hic) jactans Yankos lickere centum,
Atque ad lastum invictus non surrendidit unquam?
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James Russell Lowell |
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An hour behind the
fleeting
breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging yesterday!
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Dickinson - One - Complete |
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The Jew Of Malta
I
Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself--as it will seem to do--
With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An
atmosphere
of Juliet's tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
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T.S. Eliot |
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And hou in
pilerynage
he ?
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Adam Davy's Five Dreams about Edward II - 1389 |
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Time was, two maidens from their home
At eventide would hither come,
And, by the light the
moonbeams
gave,
Lament, embrace upon that grave.
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Pushkin - Eugene Oneigin |
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VIII
By this the dreadfull Beast drew nigh to hand,
Halfe flying, and halfe footing in his haste, 65
That with his largenesse
measured
much land,
And made wide shadow under his huge wast,
As mountaine doth the valley overcast.
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Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1 |
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Si tibi non cordi fuerant conubia nostra,
Saeva quod
horrebas
prisci praecepta parentis,
At tamen in vostras potuisti ducere sedes, 160
Quae tibi iocundo famularer serva labore,
Candida permulcens liquidis vestigia lymphis
Purpureave tuum consternens veste cubile.
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Catullus - Carmina |
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Preserve him in the palace, on the field
Of battle, on his nightly couch; grant to him
Victory o'er his foes; from sea to sea
May he be glorified; may all his house
Blossom with health, and may its
precious
branches
O'ershadow all the earth; to us, his slaves,
May he, as heretofore, be generous.
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Pushkin - Boris Gudonov |
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Baudelaire was infuriated over the judgment, for he knew that his book
was
dramatic
in expression.
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Baudelaire - Poems and Prose Poems |
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Go, succour him, each with his
trenchant
lance!
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Chanson de Roland |
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And their friends, the
loitering
heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
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T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land |
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Our country hath a gospel of her own
To preach and practise before all the world,--
The freedom and divinity of man,
The
glorious
claims of human brotherhood,--
Which to pay nobly, as a freeman should,
Gains the sole wealth that will not fly away,--
And the soul's fealty to none but God.
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James Russell Lowell |
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what
conqueror
hath committed this cruelty upon you?
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Khalil Gibran - Poems |
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Our selfe will mingle with Society,
And play the humble Host:
Our
Hostesse
keepes her State, but in best time
We will require her welcome
La.
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shakespeare-macbeth |
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And therefore was it sweet to Thee
To leave Thy Majesty and Throne,
And grow like me
A Little One,
A
swaddled
Baby on the knee
Of a dear Mother of Thine own,
Quite weak like me
Thy little one.
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Christina Rossetti |
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Quis ullos homines
beatiores
25
Vidit, quis Venerem auspicatiorem?
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Catullus - Carmina |
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Sei Er kein
schellenlauter
Tor!
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Goethe - Faust- Der Tragödie erster Teil |
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Hawkins, Sir John, stout,
something
he saw.
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James Russell Lowell |
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ROGER (_to those about him,
mimicking_
BOURNE).
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Tennyson |
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And where the light fully
expresses
all its colour.
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Appoloinaire |
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It is simply a
question of their style--the style of their
conception
and the style of
their writing; the whole style of their imagination, in fact.
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Lascelle Abercrombie |
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Li Bai - Chinese |
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preciouse
stones; 591
In seue dayes it was dy?
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Adam Davy's Five Dreams about Edward II - 1389 |
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Epic of Gilgamesh |
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If so he might not wholly cease to be,
He would far rather not be that he is;
But would be
something
that he knows not of,
In winds or waters, or among the rocks!
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Coleridge - Poems |
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ists, like those two brothers
mentioned
in Locke's
second ''Letters on Toleration/'* so expert in
logic as to convert one another, and then, unhap-
pily, not expert enough to convert one another
back again — and all without any suspicion of in-
sincerity.
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Marvell - Poems |
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And where they went on trade intent
They did what freemen can,
Their
dauntless
ways did all men praise,
The merchant was a man.
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Emerson - Poems |
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Note: Ronsard's Helene, was Helene de Surgeres, a lady in waiting to
Catherine
de Medicis.
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Ronsard |
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and here for
America!
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Whitman |
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Questo sicuro e
gaudioso
regno,
frequente in gente antica e in novella,
viso e amore avea tutto ad un segno.
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Dante - La Divina Commedia |
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Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and
treacherous
wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
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Stefan George - Selections from His Works and Others |
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She caught and kept his first vague flickering smile,
The faint
upleaping
of his spirit's fire;
And for a long sweet while
In her was all he asked of earth or heaven--
But in the end how far,
Past every shaken star,
Should leap at last that arrow-like desire,
His full-grown manhood's keen
Ardor toward the unseen
Dark mystery beyond the Pleiads seven.
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Sara Teasdale |
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Why, thou silly
gentleman!
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Shakespeare |
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She began to talk to
Pluffles
after
the manner of a mother, and as if there had been three hundred years,
instead of fifteen, between them.
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Kipling - Poems |
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"
[Illustration]
There was an Old Man with an Owl,
Who continued to bother and howl;
He sat on a rail, and imbibed bitter ale,
Which
refreshed
that Old Man and his Owl.
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Lear - Nonsense |
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We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops, slanting rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit
resounds
upon the gravel.
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Stefan George - Selections from His Works and Others |
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There are (I scarce can think it, but am told),
There are, to whom my satire seems too bold:
Scarce to wise Peter
complaisant
enough,
And something said of Chartres much too rough.
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Pope - Essay on Man |
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Yet I
listened
where I lay:
A bustle came below,
A clear voice said: "I know;
I will see her first alone,
It may be less of a shock
If she's so weak to-day":--
A light hand turned the lock,
A light step crossed the floor,
One sat beside my bed:
But never a word she said.
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Christina Rossetti |
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Ronsard |
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The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the
friendless
world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
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AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad |
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is metyng--
To
witnesse
he take?
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Adam Davy's Five Dreams about Edward II - 1389 |
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Meredith - Poems |
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Their trumpeters and harpers round about
Incessantly played out,
And
sometimes
they made answer with a shout;
But oftener they groaned or wept,
And seldom paused to eat, and seldom slept.
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Christina Rossetti |
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Your whole empire now lies open to him;
There all's allowed him, beneath your sway;
He
triumphs
over me, as the Moors today.
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Corneille - Le Cid |
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Wherefore
was that cry?
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shakespeare-macbeth |
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The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her
cherubic
quantity,
An April but begun.
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Dickinson - Two - Complete |
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Max Ernst
In one corner agile incest
Turns round the
virginity
of a little dress
In one corner sky released
leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
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Paul Eluard - Poems |
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French - Apollinaire - Alcools |
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Am meisten argert ihn, sobald wir
vorwarts
gehn.
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Goethe - Faust- Der Tragödie erster Teil |
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CASSANDRA
Ah for thy fate, O shrill-voiced
nightingale!
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Aeschylus |
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Petrarch |
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Your wings,
brushing
it, spill never a drop
From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
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19th Century French Poetry |
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But Pandarus brak al this speche anoon, 1600
And seyde to Deiphebus, `Wole ye goon,
If youre wille be, as I yow preyde,
To speke here of the nedes of
Criseyde?
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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illi caeruleum Panope matertera crinem
soluit et immensas fletibus auxit aquas,
consortesque
deae centum longaeuaque magni
Oceani coniux Oceanusque pater,
et Thetis ante omnis: sed nec Thetis ipsa neque omnes
mutarunt auidi tristia iura dei.
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Oxford Book of Latin Verse |
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To do this fully we must identify
ourselves
in fancy with the soul
of the old cavalier:--
Then mounte!
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Edgar Allen Poe |
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The word refers to various sorts of pipes, some of which were made of cane and
featured
a single 'reed' cut into the side of the cane itself.
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Troubador Verse |
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"
Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And,
kneeling
on the sticks, she prayed 95
To God that is the judge of all.
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Wordsworth - 1 |
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The yellowhammer, often prest
For spot to build and be unseen,
Will in its shelter trust her nest
When fields and meadows glow with green;
And larks, though paths go closely bye,
Will in its shade
securely
lie.
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John Clare |
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Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
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Wilt thou not wake to their summons,
O
Lityerses?
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Sappho |
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Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold
philosophy?
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Keats - Lamia |
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_ 'Thou prechest
abstinence
also?
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Chaucer - Romuant of the Rose |
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As old Toledos past their days of war
Are kept
mnemonic
of the strokes they bore,
So art thou with us, being good to keep
In our heart's sword-rack, though thy sword-arm
sleep.
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Ezra-Pound-Provenca-English |
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The
twilight
wanes, and morning comes at last--
"Oh, Uncle, what's o'clock?
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Lewis Carroll |
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And intercepts the beams to mortal eyes,
That 'tis the most which we
determine
can,
If these the times, then this must be the man v
And well he therefore docs, and well has guessed,
Who in his age has always forward pressed
And knowing not where Heaven's choice may
light,
Girds yet his sword, and ready stands to fight.
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Marvell - Poems |
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they
[465-499]fix on spear-points and uprear and follow with loud shouts the
heads of
Euryalus
and Nisus.
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Virgil - Aeneid |
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you whose
laughters
strawberry-crammed
Are mingling with a flock of docile lambs
Everywhere grazing vows bleating joy the while,
Name me.
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Mallarme - Poems |
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The blest to-day is as completely so,
As who began a
thousand
years ago.
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Pope - Essay on Man |
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I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad
thoughts
to the mind.
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Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads |
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Thou hast given me many roses,
But never one, like this,
O'erfloods both sense and spirit
With such a deep, wild bliss;
We must have
instincts
that glean up
Sparse drops of this life in the cup,
Whose taste shall give us all that we
Can prove of immortality.
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James Russell Lowell |
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Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your
periodic
tax
returns.
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Khalil Gibran - Poems |
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"
For this Admiral D'Anville
Had sworn by cross and crown
To ravage with fire and steel
Our
helpless
Boston Town.
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Longfellow |
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HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Goonight
Bill.
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T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land |
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Beowulf |
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Then be it ours with steady mind to clasp
The purport of the skies--the law behind
The wandering courses of the sun and moon;
To scan the powers that speed all life below;
But most to see with reasonable eyes
Of what the mind, of what the soul is made,
And what it is so
terrible
that breaks
On us asleep, or waking in disease,
Until we seem to mark and hear at hand
Dead men whose bones earth bosomed long ago.
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Lucretius |
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I went West
to offer up a Ballad of Tall Willows,[42] but got no
promotion
at the
Northern Gate and, white-headed, went back to the Eastern Hills.
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Li Po |
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What now may he do,
Who shall do
greatly?
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Elizabeth Browning |
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"
The cobbles see this all along the street
Coming--coming--on
countless
feet.
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American Poetry - 1922 - A Miscellany |
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"
"An
engineer?
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Pushkin - Queen of Spades |
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but that which gives to this face its
most tortured expression is its seeming immobility, the suddenly
interrupted impulse, the life hardened into a stone:" this Dostoievsky
and particularly his _Rodion Raskolnikov_ cycle became a profound
artistic
experience
to Rilke.
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Rilke - Poems |
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Is that a
splitting
deck
Of some ill-fated bark?
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Victor Hugo - Poems |
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I have felt as I have
sometimes
felt on grey days on the Galway shore,
when a faint mist has hung over the grey sea and the grey stones, as
if the world might suddenly vanish and leave nothing behind, not even
a little dust under one's feet.
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Yeats |
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l vert folh
When flowers are in the leaves green
Can la frej' aura venta
When fresh breezes gather,
Can la verz folha s'espan
When the
greenery
unfolds
Pel doutz chan que?
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Troubador Verse |
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LAUDANTES
wHEN your beauty is grown old in all men's
And my poor words are lost amid that throng,
Then you will know the truth of my poor words,
And mayhap
dreaming
of the wistful throng
That hopeless sigh your praises in their songs, You will think kindly then of these mad words.
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Ezra-Pound-Provenca-English |
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Baudelaire - Poems and Prose Poems |
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And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows
parching
lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
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Dickinson - Three - Complete |
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Heu palmsB, laurique furor, vel
simplicis
herbae !
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Marvell - Poems |
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But if his ideas were
sometimes
crude and boyish they were not by any
means always so; he has flashes of genius, sudden beauties that take
away the breath.
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Thomas Chatterton - Rowley Poems |
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wherefore
did you blind
Yourself from his quick eyes?
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Keats |
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Then
bethought
him the hardy Hygelac-thane
of his boast at evening: up he bounded,
grasped firm his foe, whose fingers cracked.
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Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere |
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XVII
"And is it,"
meditates
Eugene.
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Pushkin - Eugene Oneigin |
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A man's ideals,
if genuinely held and
honestly
followed, are perhaps even more valuable
contributions to our final estimate of the man himself than all he did
or left undone.
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Alexander Pope |
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International donations are
gratefully
accepted, but we cannot make
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outside the United States.
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Keats - Lamia |
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