But him
bihoveth
som-tyme han a peyne, 1305
That serveth love, if that he wol have Ioye.
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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No time for bodice-lacing or for looking-glass grimacing;
Down my hair went as I hurried,
tumbling
half-way to my heels;
God forbid your ever knowing, when there's blood around her
flowing,
How the lonely, helpless daughter of a quiet household feels!
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Cannot you
understand?
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Lascelle Abercrombie |
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On human actions reason though you can,
It may be reason, but it is not man:
His
principle
of action once explore,
That instant 'tis his principle no more.
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Unless you have removed all
references
to Project Gutenberg:
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'T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That
beckoned
it away!
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Dickinson - One - Complete |
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Or moi, bateau perdu sous les cheveux des anses,
Jete par l'ouragan dans l'ether sans oiseau,
Moi dont les Monitors et les voiliers des Hanses
N'auraient pas repeche la carcasse ivre d'eau,
Libre, fumant, monte de brumes violettes,
Moi qui trouais le ciel rougeoyant comme un mur
Qui porte, confiture exquise aux bons poetes,
Des lichens de soleil et des morves d'azur,
Qui courais tache de lunules electriques,
Plante folle, escorte des hippocampes noirs,
Quand les Juillets
faisaient
crouler a coups de triques
Les cieux ultramarins aux ardents entonnoirs,
Moi qui tremblais, sentant geindre a cinquante lieues
Le rut des Behemots et des Maelstroms epais,
Fileur eternel des immobilites bleues,
Je regrette l'Europe aux anciens parapets.
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Rimbaud - Poesie Completes |
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Despite the same exile that will separate them, 1255
They swear a
thousand
times nothing will part them.
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Racine - Phaedra |
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[Footnote 35: cumfrey, a
favourite
dish at that time.
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Thomas Chatterton - Rowley Poems |
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His persistence finally roused an
interest
entirely
strange to her.
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Pushkin - Queen of Spades |
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There's an
advantage
in ruin," said she.
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Thomas Hardy - Poems of the Past and Present |
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Title: Erotica Romana
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Here's where I've planted my garden and here I shall care for love's blossoms--
As I am taught by my muse,
carefully
sort them in plots:
Fertile branches, whose product is golden fruit of my lifetime,
Set here in happier years, tended with pleasure today.
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Goethe - Erotica Romana |
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" once a
lightweight
champion.
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Matthews - Poems of American Patriotism |
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This
This
barbarous
custom has been abolished by the Tzar Alexander.
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Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant |
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" KAU}
For many a window
ornamented
with sweet ornaments
Lookd out into the World of Tharmas, where in ceaseless torrents {Lowercase "world" mended to "World.
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Blake - Zoas |
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How my heart leaps up
To think of that grand living after death
In beast and bird and flower, when this cup,
Being filled too full of spirit, bursts for breath,
And with the pale leaves of some autumn day
The soul earth's earliest
conqueror
becomes earth's last great prey.
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Oscar Wilde - Poetry |
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He fears nor kris nor assegai,
He gazes at man, with no cares at all,
And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,
That merely
rebounds
from his hide.
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19th Century French Poetry |
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is
wretched
made;
And every day we two will pray
For him that's gone and far away.
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William Wordsworth |
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"
They turned in the direction of the sea through
unaltered
streets,
and the influence of old things lay upon them.
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Kipling - Poems |
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Omar has elsewhere a pretty
Quatrain about the same Moon--
"Be of Good Cheer--the sullen Month will die,
And a young Moon requite us by and by:
Look how the Old one meagre, bent, and wan
With Age and Fast, is
fainting
from the Sky!
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Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
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Sick is the land to the heart, and doth endure
More
dangerous
faintings by her desp'rate cure.
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Robert Herrick |
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Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere |
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XC cum LXXXIX
continuant
?
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Latin - Catullus |
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Bacchus,
shamefaced
boy,
Is blushing at your bloody frays.
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Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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The man who regards his past is a man who
deserves
to have no future to
look forward to.
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Oscar Wilde - Poetry |
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There came one who
understood
not these things.
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Stephen Crane |
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And now for fourteen days and nights, at least,
He hadn't had his clothes off, and had lain
In muddy trenches, napping like a beast
With one eye open, under sun and rain
And that
unceasing
hell-fire.
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War Poetry - 1914-17 |
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of Replacement or Refund"
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in paragraph 1.
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Keats - Lamia |
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"--pride pursed his lip,
As firm as bandog's, brought the bull to bay--
While
answered
he: "I fought with others.
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Hugo - Poems |
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"
I was a little maid
When here we came to live
From
somewhere
by the sea.
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Christina Rossetti |
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Must
I have him
certificated
for lunacy, or must I order his coffin?
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Aristophanes |
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) 130
Must juice
concrete
with fiercer heat,
Ere she can make her poet;
Long generations go and come,
At last she bears a singer,
For ages dumb of senses numb
The compensation-bringer!
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James Russell Lowell |
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His heart reciprocated still
When
Friendship
smiled or Love caressed.
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Pushkin - Eugene Oneigin |
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' Also
according
to Erdman, it was later that Blake added the numbers 1 [at insertion point], 2 [at the head of these new lines], and 3 [at the head of the section beginning 'travelling in silent majesty.
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Blake - Zoas |
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luderem_) G: _luderem_ D
Post 10 uidentur excidisse quaedam, uelut _tecum ludere, sic ut
ipsa ludit_: sed
interstitii
uestigia non habent codices
11 _est_ omittebat Conington
13 _ligatam_ ACBLa1Dah Priscianus: _negatam al.
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Latin - Catullus |
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Still o'er the features, which perforce they cheer,
To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique;
Smiles form the channel of a future tear,
Or raise the
writhing
lip with ill-dissembled sneer.
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Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage |
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It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my
outburst
of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
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Corneille - Le Cid |
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The
copyright
laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
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American Poetry - 1922 |
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And dost thou think
my untamed thoughts and speak my vast
language?
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Khalil Gibran - Poems |
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Some cling
together
while they wait,
And droop and gaze and hesitate,
But others leap along the sky,
Or circle round and calmly choose
The gust they know they ought to use;
While some in loving pairs will glide,
Or watch the others as they pass,
Or rest on flowers in the grass,
Or circle through the shining day
Like silvery butterflies at play.
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Abercrombie - Georgian Poetry 1920-22 |
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H. D. - Sea Garden |
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Wilfred
Campbell
and the Ottawa _Evening Journal_:--"Langemarck at
Ypres.
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War Poetry - 1914-17 |
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Doff all sad fears, thou white deliciousness,
And let us be thus comforted; unless
Thou couldst rejoice to see my
hopeless
stream
Hurry distracted from Sol's temperate beam,
And pour to death along some hungry sands.
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Keats |
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inges
singlerly
3876
{and} diuide?
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Chaucer - Boethius |
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'Tis gain to mock your mother's bones,
And night's still signs, and all the sky,
And gods, that on their
glorious
thrones
Chill Death defy.
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Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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And the host rubbed his hands and smiled at his wife; for his guests
were
spending
freely.
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| Source: |
Khalil Gibran - Poems |
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Where it were friendship's schism,
Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry,
To separate these twi-
Lights, the Dioscouri;
And keep the one half from his Harry,
But fate doth so
alternate
the design
Whilst that in heaven, this light on earth must shine.
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Ben Jonson - Discoveries Made Upon Men, and Some Poems |
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Wordsworth - 1 |
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Then fret not lest the state should ail;
A private man such
thoughts
may spare;
Enjoy the present hour's regale,
And banish care.
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Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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Now, at the present moment that peculiar British shyness for quoting
poetry seems to have largely
disappeared
in consequence of the writings
of soldier poets.
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Li Po |
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Within thy cities of the olden time
Dearly I love to list the ringing chime,
Thou
faithful
guardian of domestic worth,
Noble old Flanders!
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Hugo - Poems |
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Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes
soirees!
| Guess: |
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Baudelaire - Fleurs Du Mal |
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This was
what tempted
Petrarch
to found here a little establishment.
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Petrarch |
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The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,
prepared
to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
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Appoloinaire |
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From morn till night, from night till startled morn
Peeps blushing on the revel's
laughing
crew,
The song is heard, the rosy garland worn;
Devices quaint, and frolics ever new,
Tread on each other's kibes.
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Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage |
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And you were heard to utter cries of joy,
When Drama gripped Paris in its teeth,
When spring chased ancient winter away,
When the
wondrous
star of new ideals,
Suddenly glittered in the burning sky,
And the Hippogriff stole Pegasus' place.
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19th Century French Poetry |
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III
And
pointing
forth, Lo yonder is (said she)?
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Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1 |
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_To Whom, whichever way the combat rolls,
We,
fighting
to the end, commend our souls.
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War Poetry - 1914-17 |
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Hesitated
so
This side the victory!
| Guess: |
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Dickinson - One - Complete |
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The approach of evening or nightfall,
the coming of dawn, the change of the seasons, the slow changes of light
into darkness and of darkness into light, in short, the most silent yet
greatest metamorphoses in the
external
aspects of nature form the
contents of many of these first poems.
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Rilke - Poems |
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I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
Stare vacant into mine
And ask my
business
there.
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Dickinson - Two - Complete |
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I burn their brains as I were sign
Of God's
beautiful
anger sent
To master them with punishment
Of beauty that must pour distress
On hearts grown dark with ugliness.
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Lascelle Abercrombie |
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Where, wide around, the raging Nunio's sword
With furious sway the bravest
squadrons
gor'd,
The raging foes in closer ranks advance,
And his own brothers shake the hostile lance.
| Guess: |
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| Source: |
Camoes - Lusiades |
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1915
The arwis were so fulle of rage,
So
variaunt
of diversitee,
That men in everich mighte see
Bothe gret anoy and eek swetnesse,
And Ioye meynt with bittirnesse.
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Chaucer - Romuant of the Rose |
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Kind as she is and affable of style,
She renders back the stranger's courtesy;
Rises to welcome her with smiling air,
And to the fire
conducts
that warlike fair.
| Guess: |
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Ariosoto - Orlando Furioso |
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Would but some winged Angel ere too late
Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
And make the stern
Recorder
otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
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Not light the task
of
entrance
for any of earth-born men!
| Guess: |
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| Source: |
Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere |
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But still thy words at random, as before, 930
Argue thy
inexperience
what behooves
From hard assaies and ill successes past
A faithful Leader, not to hazard all
Through wayes of danger by himself untri'd.
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Milton |
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Done to death by
slanderous
tongues
Was the Hero that here lies.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Shakespeare |
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But one of the House of
Bivar, suspecting foul play, had
followed
the travellers in
disguise.
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Macaulay - Lays of Ancient Rome |
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| Source: |
Li Bai - Chinese |
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_ 'Lo, there a noble
conisaunce!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Chaucer - Romuant of the Rose |
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Deare Love,
continue
412
208-9 To Ben.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
John Donne |
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Long may ye float upon these floods serene;
Yours be these holms untrodden, still, and green,
Whose leafy shades fence off the blustering gale,
Where
breathes
in peace the lily of the vale.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Wordsworth - 1 |
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55
In white and glowing blossomy undulation 57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er renounced 61
Behold the
crossways
62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64
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| Source: |
Stefan George - Selections from His Works and Others |
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The
narcissus
has copied the arch
of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.
| Guess: |
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| Source: |
H. D. - Sea Garden |
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But, let us understand each other--she
Who speaks the first, her prayer shall certainly
Receive--the other, the same boon
_redoubled!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Hugo - Poems |
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Others echoed from our anchored fleet;
Thus the Moors'
amazement
proved complete,
Terror seized them just as they were landing.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Corneille - Le Cid |
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THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could
scarcely
cry 'Weep!
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Blake - Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience |
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And gently,
Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,
Jealous to add who knows what spaces
To simple day the day so true in feeling,
Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,
Where spontaneous grace
relights
your brow,
Suffices, given so much wonder and for me,
Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,
To refresh with as little pain as is needed here
All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
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19th Century French Poetry |
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| Source: |
Sara Teasdale |
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This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee,
An
unceasing
death-bell tolls there.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass |
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130
Worthy of yielding to her in naught or ever so little
Came to the bosom of us she, the fair light of my life,
Round whom fluttering oft the Love-God hither and thither
Shone with a candid sheen robed in his
safflower
dress.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Catullus - Carmina |
|
"
Then Maclean he set hardly his tooth to his lip that his tooth was red,
Breathed
short for a space, said: "Nay, but it never shall be!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Sidney Lanier |
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All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to
advantage
the secret paid for so dearly.
| Guess: |
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Pushkin - Queen of Spades |
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To
headlong
ruin see whole houses driven,
Cursed with their prayers, by too indulgent heaven.
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World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama |
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I shall _go_ forth,
I shall
traverse
the States--but I cannot tell whither or how long;
Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my voice will suddenly
cease.
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Whitman |
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_("Don
Roderique
est a la chasse.
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Victor Hugo - Poems |
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Impatient
Issachar kicks at the load!
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Victor Hugo - Poems |
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Theban mage, druid by the dark menhir,
Flamen by Tiber, Brahmin by the Ganges,
Fitting angelic arrow to godlike bow,
Viewing the haunts of Roland, Achilles,
Powerful mysterious smith, you'd know
How to twine sun-rays to a single flame;
In your soul the sunset met the day;
Yesterday tomorrow in your fertile brain;
You crowned the old art father of the new;
You understood that when an unknown soul
Speaks to a nation, lightning in the clouds,
We must open our hearts, accept, love aloud;
Calm you scorned the vile attempts of those
Who dribbled Shakespeare, drooled Aeschylus;
You knew this age had its own air to breathe,
That art
progresses
by self-transformation,
Beauty's adorned by melding with greatness.
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19th Century French Poetry |
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Hȳrde ic þæt hē þone heals-bēah Hygde gesealde,
wrǣtlīcne
wundur-māððum, þone þe him Wealhþēo geaf,
2175 þēodnes dōhtor, þrīo wicg somod
swancor and sadol-beorht; hyre syððan wæs
æfter bēah-þege brēost geweorðod.
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Beowulf |
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Scarce had he ended; Aeneas, son of Anchises, and trusty Achates gazed
with steadfast face, and, sad at heart, were
revolving
inly many a
labour, had not the Cytherean sent a sign from the clear sky.
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Virgil - Aeneid |
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These, when the Spartan queen approach'd the tower,
In secret own'd resistless beauty's power:
They cried, "No wonder such
celestial
charms(113)
For nine long years have set the world in arms;
What winning graces!
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Iliad - Pope |
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When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have confused my memories of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And
thoughts
of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
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Ezra-Pound-Provenca-English |
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) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying
copyright
royalties.
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Gawaine and the Green Knight |
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The
liegemen
were lusty; my life-days never
such merry men over mead in hall
have I heard under heaven!
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Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere |
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" Or tlie witch that midnight wakes
For the fern, whose magic weed
In one minute casts the seed
And
invisible
him makes.
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Marvell - Poems |
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"
A merry jest, a merry laugh, each strolled upon his way;
One was my page, a lad I reared and bore with day by day;
One was my
youngest
maid, as sweet and white as cream in May.
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Christina Rossetti |
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Et des lors je me suis baigne dans le poeme
De la mer, infuse d'astres et latescent,
Devorant les azurs verts ou, flottaison bleme
Et ravie, un noye pensif parfois descend,
Ou,
teignant
tout a coup les bleuites, delires
Et rythmes lents sous les rutilements du jour,
Plus fortes que l'alcool, plus vastes que vos lyres,
Fermentent les rousseurs ameres de l'amour.
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Rimbaud - Poesie Completes |
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O, that sweet
tormenting
play,
That too fair face, that blinds when look'd upon!
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Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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