Mehus,
daughter
of Ninkasi, 144.
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The dank seaweed will root
On her oozed decks, and the cross-surges sweep
Through the set sails; but never, never more
Her crew will stand away to brace and trim,
Nor sea-blown petrels meet her thrashing up
To
windward
on the Gulf Stream's stormy rim;
Never again she'll head a no'theast gale
Or like a spirit loom up, sliding dumb,
And ride in safe beyond the Boston Light,
To make the harbor glad because she's come.
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What would have
happened
to you but for me, and you without your wits?
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Housman
Introduction by William Stanley Braithwaite
1919
INTRODUCTION
The method of the poems in _ A
Shropshire
Lad _ illustrates better
than any theory how poetry may assume the attire of reality, and yet
in speech of the simplest, become in spirit the sheer quality of
loveliness.
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I should like to die in sweets,
A hill's leaves for winding-sheets,
And the
searching
sun to see
That I am laid with decency.
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Emerson - Poems |
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How great thy debt to Nero's race,
O Rome, let red
Metaurus
say,
Slain Hasdrubal, and victory's grace
First granted on that glorious day
Which chased the clouds, and show'd the sun,
When Hannibal o'er Italy
Ran, as swift flames o'er pine-woods run,
Or Eurus o'er Sicilia's sea.
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Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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"
Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with
childish
prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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Pushkin - Talisman |
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A remarkable instance of the effect of undue brevity in depressing
a poem, in keeping it out of the popular view, is afforded by the
following exquisite little Serenade--
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are
breathing
low,
And the stars are shining bright.
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Poe - 5 |
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Alas, how
changed!
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Petrarch - Poems |
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"
Ah,
generous
Master!
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Longfellow |
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Nearly all the
individual
works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
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French - Apollinaire - Alcools |
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Could it be the memory of his misdeeds that so
oppressed
him?
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Tacitus |
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Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious
forehead?
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Dickinson - One - Complete |
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This
approbation
met, and Rod'rick 'gan
To use his arts and execute his plan.
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La Fontaine |
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Into my being thou murmurest joy, and tenderest sadness
Shedd'st thou, like dew, on my heart, till the joy and the heavenly sadness
Pour
themselves
forth from my heart in tears, and the hymn of thanksgiving.
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Coleridge - Poems |
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GD} Los now repented that he had smitten
Enitharmon
he felt love
Arise in all his Veins he threw his arms around her loins To heal the wound of his smiting
They eat the fleshly bread, they drank the nervous [bloody] wine *
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Blake - Zoas |
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Who shames a
scribbler?
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Pope - Essay on Man |
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Give house-room to the best; _'tis never known
Virtue and
pleasure
both to dwell in one_.
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Robert Herrick |
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He always doted on the youth, and now
His love grew desperate; and defying death,
He made that cunning
entrance
I described:
And the young man escaped.
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Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads |
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no pool of thine,
Though clear as lake in latest summer-eve,
Did e'er reflect the stately virgin's robe,
The face, the form divine, the downcast look
Contemplative!
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Coleridge - Poems |
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($1 to $5,000) are particularly
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Baudelaire - Poems and Prose Poems |
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Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired
wanderers
weep.
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blake-poems |
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While the political conduct and
the deportment of the Claudian nobles drew upon them the fiercest
public hatred, they were accused of wanting, if any credit is due
to the early history of Rome, a class of
qualities
which, in a
military commonwealth, is sufficient to cover a multitude of
offences.
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Macaulay - Lays of Ancient Rome |
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And then the
lighting
of the lamps.
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T.S. Eliot |
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1570, The Rijksmuseun
You set
yourself
against beauty.
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Appoloinaire |
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Have I been dreaming,
Stephen?
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Abercrombie - Georgian Poetry 1920-22 |
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Pur ier mattina le volsi le spalle:
questi m'apparve, tornand' io in quella,
e
reducemi
a ca per questo calle>>.
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Dante - La Divina Commedia |
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" vociferated the
metaphysician, as his eye fell upon something which lay
stretched
at
full length upon the bed.
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Poe - 5 |
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THE KING OF ARGOS
A deep, a saving counsel here there needs--
An eye that like a diver to the depth
Of dark
perplexity
can pass and see,
Undizzied, unconfused.
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Aeschylus |
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Death has taken your
invincible
husband,
You only were unaware that it has happened.
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Racine - Phaedra |
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Zeus, whose eye pierces everywhere and
embraces
all,
permit me to assume the most wretched dress on earth.
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Aristophanes |
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Pythagoras
Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone
Think, while life explodes
everywhere?
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19th Century French Poetry |
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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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Gawaine and the Green Knight |
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The proper
alternative
to 'show'
is 'make'.
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John Donne |
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It were
dishonour
double-dyed.
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Euripides - Alcestis |
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The civil wars soon succeeded; the arms of the leaders were turned against their country; and a long neglect of Britain ensued, which
continued
even after the establishment of peace.
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Tacitus |
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Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my
delight!
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blake-poems |
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And the
handkerchief
of French lace
Which you held to your face--
Had a small tear left a stain?
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Wilde - Poems |
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Sonnets from the Portugese |
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It utters
somewhat
above a
mortal mouth.
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Ben Jonson - Discoveries Made Upon Men, and Some Poems |
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"Svetlana" has been
translated
by Sir John Bowring.
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Pushkin - Eugene Oneigin |
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Har: Thou durst not thus disparage
glorious
arms 1130
Which greatest Heroes have in battel worn,
Thir ornament and safety, had not spells
And black enchantments, some Magicians Art
Arm'd thee or charm'd thee strong, which thou from Heaven
Feigndst at thy birth was giv'n thee in thy hair,
Where strength can least abide, though all thy hairs
Were bristles rang'd like those that ridge the back
Of chaf't wild Boars, or ruffl'd Porcupines.
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Milton |
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Pushkin - Queen of Spades |
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But they, placed high on the top of all
virtue, looked down on the stage of the world and
contemned
the play of
fortune.
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Ben Jonson - Discoveries Made Upon Men, and Some Poems |
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Mere greatness never embarrasses me; I have nothing
to ask from the great, and I do not fear their judgment: but genius,
polished by learning, and at its proper point of elevation in the eye
of the world, this of late I
frequently
meet with, and tremble at its
approach.
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Robert Forst |
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Yet, coast-wise as we cruised or lay,
The land-breeze still at
nightfall
bore,
By beach and fortress-guarded bay,
Sweet odors from the enemy's shore,
Fresh from the forest solitudes,
Unchallenged of his sentry lines--
The bursting of his cypress buds,
And the warm fragrance of his pines.
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Matthews - Poems of American Patriotism |
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Not by its fault--but thine: Our outward sense
Is but of gradual grasp--and as it is
That what we have of feeling most intense
Outstrips our faint expression; e'en so this
Outshining and o'erwhelming edifice
Fools our fond gaze, and
greatest
of the great
Defies at first our nature's littleness,
Till, growing with its growth, we thus dilate
Our spirits to the size of that they contemplate.
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Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage |
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'
The Master, with eye profound, as he goes,
Pacified the
restless
miracle of Eden,
Who alone woke, in his voice's final frisson,
The mystery of a name for the Lily and the Rose.
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Mallarme - Poems |
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'
She looks into me
The
unknowing
heart
To see if I love
She has confidence she forgets
Under the clouds of her eyelids
Her head falls asleep in my hands
Where are we
Together inseparable
Alive alive
He alive she alive
And my head rolls through her dreams.
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Paul Eluard - Poems |
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Around him
thirteen
bodies lay of those
Slain by the people, and on them corruption
Already had set in perceptibly.
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Pushkin - Boris Gudonov |
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Both
warriors
appear in later books of the _Faerie Queene_.
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Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1 |
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There jokes our EDMUND, plainly son 51
Of him who bearded Jefferson,
A non-resistant by conviction,
But with a bump in contradiction,
So that whene'er it gets a chance
His pen
delights
to play the lance,
And--you may doubt it, or believe it--
Full at the head of Joshua Leavitt
The very calumet he'd launch,
And scourge him with the olive branch.
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James Russell Lowell |
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[2] Honor the etext refund and
replacement
provisions of this
"Small Print!
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Dickinson - One - Complete |
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A
thousand
years scarce serve to form a state;
An hour may lay it in the dust: and when
Can man its shattered splendour renovate,
Recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate?
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Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage |
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What would I give for tears, not smiles but
scalding
tears,
To wash the black mark clean, and to thaw the frost of years,
To wash the stain ingrain and to make me clean again.
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Christina Rossetti |
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Series
For the
splendour
of the day of happinesses in the air
To live the taste of colours easily
To enjoy loves so as to laugh
To open eyes at the final moment
She has every willingness.
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Paul Eluard - Poems |
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Meredith - Poems |
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This, almost Coleridge's
loveliest
fragment of
verse, was composed in sleep, like "Kubla Khan," "Constancy to an Ideal
Object," and "Phantom or Fact?
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Coleridge - Poems |
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This Troilus, with-outen reed or lore,
As man that hath his Ioyes eek forlore,
Was waytinge on his lady ever-more
As she that was the
soothfast
crop and more 25
Of al his lust, or Ioyes here-tofore.
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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Her war poetry appears in the volume
entitled
_A Chant of
Love for England, and other Poems_.
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War Poetry - 1914-17 |
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with
barnacles
on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night |
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Digitized by VjOOQIC
164 THE POEMS
Valour, Religion, Friendship, Prudence died
At once with him, and all that's good beside ;
And we, Death's refuge, Nature's dregs,
confined
To loathsome life, alas !
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Marvell - Poems |
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Two we were, with one heart blessed:
If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,
I'll die, or I must
lifeless
be,
Like those statues made of lead.
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Villon |
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Hengest still
through the death-dyed winter dwelt with Finn,
holding pact, yet of home he minded,
though
powerless
his ring-decked prow to drive
over the waters, now waves rolled fierce
lashed by the winds, or winter locked them
in icy fetters.
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Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere |
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Dickinson - Three - Complete |
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Ariosoto - Orlando Furioso |
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With haste they therefore all their
galleons
moor.
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Marvell - Poems |
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the
strength
has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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T.S. Eliot |
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OF FINTRAY:
ON THE CLOSE OF THE DISPUTED ELECTION BETWEEN
SIR JAMES JOHNSTONE AND CAPTAIN MILLER, FOR
THE DUMFRIES
DISTRICT
OF BOROUGHS.
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| Source: |
Robert Burns |
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(Tritt
ehrerbietig
vor Margareten zuruck.
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Goethe - Faust- Der Tragödie erster Teil |
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And when I see a phantom, frail and wan,
Traverse
the swarming picture that is Paris,
It ever seems as though the delicate thing
Trod with soft steps towards a cradle new.
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Baudelaire - Poems and Prose Poems |
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In Shakespeare this
dramatic
intensity and variety is of
course united with a rarer poetic charm.
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John Donne |
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The bloody limbs thrash through a ruddy dusk,
Till one great tusk of Behemot has gored
Leviathan, restored to his full strength,
Who, dealing fiercer blows in those last throes,
Closes on reeling Behemot at length--
Piercing him with steel-pointed claws,
Straight
through the jaws to his disjointed head.
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American Poetry - 1922 - A Miscellany |
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But the credit for the
beauty of these often
erroneous
renderings must go to Mademoiselle
Gautier herself.
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Waley - 170 Chinese Poems |
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Singers, singing in lawless freedom,
Jokers,
pleasant
in word and deed,
Run free of false gold, alloy, come,
Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -
Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
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| Source: |
Villon |
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It is full of simple, daily emotion, transported, by an awful power of
sight, to which the limits of reality are no barrier, into an unknown sea
and air; it is realized throughout the whole of its ghastly and marvellous
happenings; and there is in the narrative an ease, a buoyancy almost, which
I can only compare with the music of Mozart, extracting its sweetness from
the stuff of tragedy; it
presents
to us the utmost physical and spiritual
horror, not only without disgust, but with an alluring beauty.
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Coleridge - Poems |
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Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare
Blaspheme
the twisted tendril as a Snare?
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Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
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ou art welcome nou vs tille,
here-in
schaltou
wone.
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Adam Davy's Five Dreams about Edward II - 1389 |
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Graham, of Fintray, one of the
commissioners
of Excise, offered me the
commission of an Excise officer.
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Robert Burns |
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Old parents of a
restless
race,
You miss full many a bonny face
That would have smiled a filial grace
Around your Golden Wedding wine.
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Sidney Lanier |
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Meredith - Poems |
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Shall I, wasting in despair
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She is not fair to outward view
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor
boundless
sea
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile
Souls of Poets dead and gone
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king
Star that bringest home the bee
Stern Daughter of the voice of God!
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Keats - Lamia |
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Madan)
33 _me_ nescio quis
Italorum
saec.
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930); _perhaps
omitted,
because_
her _also ended in_ her.
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Chaucer - Romuant of the Rose |
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By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art
grasping?
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Pushkin - Talisman |
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What will not
Claudian
hands achieve?
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Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His
troubles
grew upon him day by day,
Till all his substance fell into decay.
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Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads |
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Tonson wrote Pope a
respectful
letter asking for the honor of
being allowed to publish them.
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Alexander Pope |
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You think, however, 'tis a serious grief;
Then try to doubt it, which may bring relief,
And don't resemble him who took a sup,
From out the
celebrated
magick cup.
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La Fontaine |
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The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the
viewpoint
of the French Renaissance.
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Du Bellay - The Ruins of Rome |
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The tops are each a shining square
Shuttles that
steadily
press through woolly fabric.
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Imagists |
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For like great wings forcefully smiting air
And driving it along in rushing rivers,
Desire of joy beats
mightily
pulsing forward
The world's one nature, and all the loose lives therein,
Carried and greatly streaming on a gale
Of craving, swept fiercely along in beauty;--
Like a great weather of wind and shining sun,
When the airs pick up whole huge waves of sea,
Crumble them in their grasp and high aloft
Sow them glittering, a white watery dust,
To company with light: so we are driven
Onward and upward in a wind of beauty,
Until man's race be wielded by its joy
Into some high incomparable day,
Where perfectly delight may know itself,--
No longer need a strife to know itself,
Only by its prevailing over pain.
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Lascelle Abercrombie |
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And though thine in the centre sit,
Yet when my other far does roam,
Thine leans and
hearkens
after it,
And rows erect as mine comes home.
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Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
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This world is [Mine] Thine in which thou dwellest that within thy soul*
That dark & dismal infinite where Thought roams up & down
Is [thine] Mine & there thou goest when with one Sting of my tongue
Envenomd thou rollst inwards to the place [of death & hell where] whence I emergd
She trembling answerd Wherefore was I born & what am I
[A sorrow & a fear a living torment & naked Victim]
I thought to weave a Covering [from his] for my Sins from wrath of
Tharmas*
{This entire paragraph, internally revised, is marked for deleting, evidently, by two diagonal strike out lines.
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Blake - Zoas |
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the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold
supplies
me.
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Pushkin - Talisman |
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But to-day, beyond this people dressed
in blouses and calico, I saw one whose
nobility
was in striking contrast
with all the surrounding triviality.
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Baudelaire - Poems and Prose Poems |
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'Mid the green
mountains
many and many a song
We two had sung, like little birds in May.
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Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads |
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The intense thunder-balls which are raining from Heaven
Have
shattered
its mast, and it stands black and riven.
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Shelley |
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Nicolas) in order to excite himself to that
pitch of
Devotion
which others reached by cries and "hurlemens.
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Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
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