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— Current Opinion, New
York
"Each
contribution
is a gem.
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Contemporary Verse - v01-02 |
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To seek of God more than we well can find,
Argues a strong
distemper
of the mind.
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Robert Herrick |
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Alone
Eurymachus
exhorts the train:
"Yon archer, comrades, will not shoot in vain;
But from the threshold shall his darts be sped,
(Whoe'er he be), till every prince lie dead?
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Odyssey - Pope |
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"
We soon saw
twinkling
the fires of Berd.
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Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant |
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He was really going to reform all his slack,
shiftless ways, save a large proportion of his
magnificent
salary
yearly, and, in a very short time, return to marry Agnes Laiter.
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Kipling - Poems |
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245
And trewelich it sit wel to be so;
For alderwysest han ther-with ben plesed;
And they that han ben aldermost in wo,
With love han ben conforted most and esed;
And ofte it hath the cruel herte apesed, 250
And worthy folk maad
worthier
of name,
And causeth most to dreden vyce and shame.
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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is laye bot on littel quile,
I schal telle hit, as-tit, as I in toun herde,
32 with tonge;
As hit is stad & stoken,
In stori stif & stronge,
With lel
letteres
loken,
36 In londe so hat3 ben longe.
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Gawaine and the Green Knight |
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Kahn et Dujardin disposaient
neanmoins
de revues jeunes et d'aspect
presque imposant, un peu d'outre-Rhin et parfois, pour ainsi dire,
pedantesques; depuis il y a eu encore du plomb dans l'aile de ces
periodiques changes de direction--et Baju, naif, eut aussi son
influence, vraiment.
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Rimbaud - Poesie Completes |
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He had bought a large map
representing
the sea,
Without the least vestige of land:
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be
A map they could all understand.
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Lewis Carroll |
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Who knowes if Donalbane be with his
brother?
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shakespeare-macbeth |
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Where now Love's
communings
that cheer'd my nights?
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Petrarch |
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The cornel
steepling
up in white shall know
The two friends passing by, and poplar smile
All gold within; the church-top fowl shall glow
To lure us on, and we shall rest awhile
Where the wild apple blooms above the stile;
The yellow frog beneath blinks up half bold,
Then scares himself into the deeper green.
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Abercrombie - Georgian Poetry 1920-22 |
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But I am old; the aged
scarcely
know
The times they wake and sleep, for life burns down;
They breathe the calm of death before they die.
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Sara Teasdale |
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Umgibt mich hier ein
Zauberduft?
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Goethe - Faust- Der Tragödie erster Teil |
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SANS LOY
symbolizes
the pagan lawlessness in Ireland.
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Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1 |
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Will ye not dwell
together
as is meet?
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Hugo - Poems |
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Aulus greets thee;
He bids thee come with speed,
To help our central battle,
For sore is there our need;
There wars the
youngest
Tarquin,
And there the Crest of Flame,
The Tusculan Mamilius,
Prince of the Latian name.
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Macaulay - Lays of Ancient Rome |
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--Published 1815 [A]
[The character of this man was
described
to me, and the incident upon
which the verses turn was told me, by Mr.
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William Wordsworth |
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O sweet
content!
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Golden Treasury |
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My long thread
trembles
almost at the knife;
The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,
And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
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19th Century French Poetry |
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Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)
Paul Verlaine
'Paul Verlaine'
Library of the World's best Literature, Ancient and Modern (p248, 1896)
Internet
Book Archive Images
The piano kissed.
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19th Century French Poetry |
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Dante
Alighieri
put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.
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Ezra-Pound-Provenca-English |
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^ And not
infallible
the Roman soil ?
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Marvell - Poems |
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The Project
Gutenberg
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Pushkin - Queen of Spades |
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Then he will crown a
tranquil
life
By becoming a Cabinet Minister.
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Waley - 170 Chinese 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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I was
loathsomely
drunk.
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Kipling - Poems |
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ou
remembrest
wel
?
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Chaucer - Boethius |
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Maybe
God will in very deed
vouchsafe
to me
Belated healing.
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Pushkin - Boris Gudonov |
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[T]
Strange
rendezvous!
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William Wordsworth |
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Goodfellow
very warmly remonstrated, and
offered to become surety in whatever amount might be required.
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Poe - 5 |
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My mangled body shows,
My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows,
That I must yield my body to the earth
And, by my fall, the
conquest
to my foe.
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Shakespeare |
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The wind the restless prisoner of the trees
Does well for Palaestrina, one would say
The mighty master's hands were on the keys
Of the Maria organ, which they play
When early on some sapphire Easter morn
In a high litter red as blood or sin the Pope is borne
From his dark House out to the Balcony
Above the bronze gates and the crowded square,
Whose very
fountains
seem for ecstasy
To toss their silver lances in the air,
And stretching out weak hands to East and West
In vain sends peace to peaceless lands, to restless nations rest.
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Wilde - Poems |
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A
traveller
at once demanded: "Why?
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Stephen Crane |
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In order to understand and
appreciate
Pope's reception of these attacks,
we must recall to ourselves the position in which he lived.
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Alexander Pope |
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At length their
expression
appeared to flash suddenly
out into the external world, when, with a quick leap, he sprang from his
chair, and falling heavily with his head and shoulders upon the table,
and in contact with the corpse, poured out rapidly and vehemently a
detailed confession of the hideous crime for which Mr.
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Poe - 5 |
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when I see you, child, and when I hear
You sing, or try, with low voice whispering near,
And touch of fingers soft, my grief to cheer,
I dream this darkness, where the
tempests
groan,
Trembles, and passes with half-uttered moan.
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Hugo - Poems |
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Gosson's _Pleasant
Quippes_
(1595) speaks of 'these
naked paps, the Devils ginnes.
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Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association |
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) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying
copyright
royalties.
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H. D. - Sea Garden |
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MARY VIRGIN
How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy
bridegroom?
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Rilke - Poems |
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Safe in
marvellous
walls we are;
Wondering sense like builded fires,
High amazement of desires,
Delight and certainty of love,
Closing around, roofing above
Our unapproacht and perfect hour
Within the splendours of love's power.
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Lascelles Abercrombie - Emblems of Love |
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The debtor was imprisoned, not in a public jail
under the care of impartial public functionaries, but in a
private workhouse
belonging
to the creditor.
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Macaulay - Lays of Ancient Rome |
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The Queen
Looked hard upon her lover, he on her;
And each foresaw the
dolorous
day to be:
And all talk died, as in a grove all song
Beneath the shadow of some bird of prey;
Then a long silence came upon the hall,
And Modred thought, 'The time is hard at hand.
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Tennyson |
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With the great gale we journey
That breathes from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;
Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing
leaflets
whirled
From all the woods that autumn
Bereaves in all the world.
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AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad |
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The cross, by angels on the aerial rock
Planted, a flight of
laughing
demons mock.
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Wordsworth - 1 |
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At fall of
eventide
he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
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Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
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Elsewhere,
_covered,
ornamented
with gold plate_: nom.
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Beowulf |
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THE LITTLE BLACK BOY
My mother bore me in the
southern
wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
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Blake - Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience |
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" he made no reply,
That
mysterious
old person of Deal.
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Lear - Nonsense |
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[401]
Spire, vaults, the shrine, the spoil, the slain,
The turbaned victors, the Christian band,
All that of living or dead remain,
Hurled on high with the shivered fane,
In one wild roar
expired!
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Byron |
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) The "False Dawn"; Subhi Kazib, a
transient
Light on the Horizon
about an hour before the Subhi sadik or True Dawn; a well-known
Phenomenon in the East.
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Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
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Li Po |
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It seems I have lived for a hundred years
Among these things;
And it is useless for me now to make
complaint
against them.
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American Poetry - 1922 |
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21:
printed Grosart and Chambers, and, last two verses only,
Simeon_]
[10 pantinge;] hauntinge: _RP31_]
[14 she badd _S_: she bidd _Grosart_: she bids _Chambers_: the
bould _RP31_]
[19 and to play _RP31_, _S_: and play _Grosart and Chambers_]
[26 faynt] fair _Chambers_]
[28 were] was _RP31_]
[29 princes] Princess _Chambers_]
[33 lover] woer _Chambers_
chusinge]
a choosing _Chambers_]
_To His Mistress.
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John Donne |
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How shined the soul,
unconquered
in the tower!
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Pope - Essay on Man |
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Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
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O squelettes musques,
Antinous
fletris, dandys a face glabre,
Cadavres vernisses, lovelaces chenus,
Le branle universel de la danse macabre
Vous entraine en des lieux qui ne sont pas connus!
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Baudelaire - Fleurs Du Mal |
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And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er
beguiled!
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| Source: |
blake-poems |
|
Vainly he strove, with ready wit,
To joke about the weather--
To
ventilate
the last '_on dit_'--
To quote the price of leather--
She groaned "Here I and Sorrow sit:
Let us lament together!
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| Source: |
Lewis Carroll |
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How much it means that I say this to you--
Without these friendships--life, what
cauchemar!
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| Source: |
T.S. Eliot |
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If June with flowers has spangled all the ground,
Or winter bleak the
flickering
hearth around
Draws close the circling seat;
The child still sheds a never-failing light;
We call; Mamma with mingled joy and fright
Watches its tottering feet.
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| Source: |
Victor Hugo - Poems |
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Haply there lay a mound
hard at hand, crowned with cornel thickets and
bristling
dense with
shafts of myrtle.
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Virgil - Aeneid |
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'The fiend of madness which had made its prey
Of my poor heart, was lulled to sleep awhile:
There was an
interval
of many a day,
And a sea-eagle brought me food the while, _2950
Whose nest was built in that untrodden isle,
And who, to be the gaoler had been taught
Of that strange dungeon; as a friend whose smile
Like light and rest at morn and even is sought
That wild bird was to me, till madness misery brought.
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| Source: |
Shelley |
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[_THE CHILD ceases
strewing
the primroses, and kneels
upon the settle beside MAIRE and puts her arms about
her neck.
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| Source: |
Yeats |
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This
withered
root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs
Jackknifes upward at the knees
Then straightens out from heel to hip
Pushing the framework of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
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T.S. Eliot |
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CHORUS
To willing hearts, and schooled to feel,
Prometheus, came thy tongue's appeal;
Therefore we leave, with lightsome tread,
The flying cars in which we sped--
We leave the stainless virgin air
Where winged
creatures
float and fare,
And by thy side, on rocky land,
Thus gently we alight and stand,
Willing, from end to end, to know
Thine history of woe.
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Aeschylus |
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Vigorously he
cantered
onward thence.
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Chanson de Roland |
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Gawaine and the Green Knight |
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primal scorpion rod--
The one
permitted
opposite of God!
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Coleridge - Poems |
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Who the youth was, what his name was, where the place from
which he came was,
Who had brought him from the battle, and had left him at our door,
He could not speak to tell us; but 'twas one of our brave fellows,
As the
homespun
plainly showed us which the dying soldier wore.
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Matthews - Poems of American Patriotism |
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Pushkin - Queen of Spades |
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In arms the glittering squadron rising round
Rush sudden; hills of
slaughter
heap the ground;
Whole flocks and herds lie bleeding on the plains,
And, all amidst them, dead, the shepherd swains!
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Iliad - Pope |
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Dickinson - Three - Complete |
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The silly husband secrets tried to know,
And rather seemed to seek the wily foe,
Which fear has often
rendered
fatal round,
When otherwise the ill had ne'er been found.
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| Source: |
La Fontaine |
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III
Madame se tient trop debout dans la prairie
Prochaine
ou neigent les fils du travail; l'ombrelle
Aux doigts; foulant l'ombelle; trop fiere pour elle
Des enfants lisant dans la verdure fleurie
Leur livre de maroquin rouge!
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Rimbaud - Poesie Completes |
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To waft o'er yonder main
Thy bark, that bids the world adieu for aye
To seek a better strand,
The western winds their ready wings expand;
Which, through the dangers of that dusky way,
Where all deplore the first infringed command,
Will guide her safe, from primal bondage free,
Reckless
to stop or stay,
To that true East, where she desires to be.
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Petrarch |
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And joys and
happiness
attend thy throne!
| Guess: |
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| Source: |
Odyssey - Pope |
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THROUGH the casement a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so
rejoiced
and keen.
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Stefan George - Selections from His Works and Others |
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_Oui, Comedie Francaise_
Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve
Near where the royal victims fell
No Man's Land is an eerie sight
No more old England will they see
Not long did we lie on the torn, red field of pain
Not since Wren's Dome has whispered with man's prayer
Not with her ruined silver spires
Now is the midnight of the nations: dark
Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine
Now slowly sinks the day-long labouring sun
Now spake the Emperor to all his shining battle forces
O gracious ones, we bless your name
O living
pictures
of the dead
O race that Caesar knew
Of all my dreams by night and day
Often I think of you, Jimmy Doane
Oh, down by the Millwall Basin as I went the other day
Oh, red is the English rose
Oh!
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War Poetry - 1914-17 |
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If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,
complying
with the
rules is very easy.
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Keats |
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No lights are over the mesa,
The wind is hard and wild,
I stand at the
darkened
window
And cry like a child.
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Sara Teasdale |
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XXV
"By him King Desiderius shall be pressed,
The valiant leader of the Lombard horde:
And of the fiefs of Calaon and Este;
For this
imperial
Charles shall make him lord.
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have tied my living tongue
With thanks more large than man e'er said or sung,
So let the dumbness of this image be
My eloquence, and still
interpret
me.
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Sidney Lanier |
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But, meeting with some interesting
persons whose conversation
beguiled
him, night came on before he was
aware how late it was.
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Petrarch |
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Close to the walls,
advancing
o'er the fields
Beneath one roof of well-compacted shields,
March, bending on, the Greeks' embodied powers,
Far stretching in the shade of Trojan towers.
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Iliad - Pope |
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Forbear that dream, or else
disprove
its pureness by a sign.
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Sur ta chair le parfum rode
Comme autour d'un encensoir;
Tu charmes comme le soir,
Nymphe
tenebreuse
et chaude.
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Baudelaire - Fleurs Du Mal |
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Knowledgeable
men and women in Ireland sometimes
distinguish between the simples that work cures by some medical
property in the herb, and those that do their work by magic.
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Yeats |
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As luck would have it, his
temerity
came off unpunished.
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Robert Burns |
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We now know Poe to have been a man suffering at the time of his
death from
cerebral
lesion, a man who drank at intervals and little.
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Baudelaire - Poems and Prose Poems |
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At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King
The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of
adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll
They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy
Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy
Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain
Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death
O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me
Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
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Blake - Zoas |
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The second volume
contains
poems then, with two exceptions, first
published.
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Tennyson |
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That it is partly upon his ignorance of future events, and partly upon
the hope of future state, that all his
happiness
in the present depends,
v.
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Pope - Essay on Man |
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Away--away--'mid seas of rays that roll
Empyrean
splendor o'er th' unchained soul--
The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense)
Can struggle to its destin'd eminence--
To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode,
And late to ours, the favour'd one of God--
But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm,
She throws aside the sceptre--leaves the helm,
And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns,
Laves in quadruple light her angel limbs.
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Edgar Allen Poe |
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Now what you
question
of my ancient friend,
With truth I answer; thou the truth attend.
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Odyssey - Pope |
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If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state
applicable
to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
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Li Bai - Chinese |
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And Sophocles a man;
When Sappho was a living girl,
And
Beatrice
wore
The gown that Dante deified.
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Dickinson - One - Complete |
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Are you a
favourite
among the ladies?
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World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama |
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The ruling passion of Camoens is also
strongly
marked in his
writings.
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Camoes - Lusiades |
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Many dates and facts are conjecture, and so the order of the poets is at times
somewhat
arbitrary where dates of birth and death are uncertain.
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Troubador Verse |
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