Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his
hunting?
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Sappho |
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20
See _Mystery_ to
_Mathematics_
fly!
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Alexander Pope |
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ille licet ferro cautus se condat et aere,
mors tamen inclusum
protrahit
inde caput.
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Oxford Book of Latin Verse |
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'
[Argument of the 12 Books of Statius' "Thebais"]
Associat profugum Tideo primus Polimitem;
Tidea legatum docet insidiasque secundus;
Tercius Hemoniden canit et vates latitantes;
Quartus habet reges ineuntes prelia septem;
Mox furie Lenne quinto narratur et anguis;
Archimori bustum sexto ludique leguntur;
Dat Graios Thebes et vatem septimus vmbria;
Octauo cecidit Tideus, spes, vita Pelasgia;
Ypomedon nono moritur cum Parthonopeo;
Fulmine percussus, decimo Capaneus superatur;
Vndecimo
sese perimunt per vulnera fratres;
Argiuam flentem narrat duodenus et igneum.
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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XXXIX
Then Ocnus of Falerii
Rushed on the Roman Three;
And
Lausulus
of Urgo,
The rover of the sea;
And Aruns of Volsinium,
Who slew the great wild boar,
The great wild boar that had his den
Amidst the reeds of Cosa's fen,
And wasted fields, and slaughtered men,
Along Albinia's shore.
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Macaulay - Lays of Ancient Rome |
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The drum ceased, the
garrison
threw down its arms.
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Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant |
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This would make her an exact or close
contemporary
of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
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Villon |
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Thou canst not
presently
sustain this corse--
Cry, cry, thou hast not force!
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Elizabeth Browning |
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Has the
unprincipled
god, Cupid, seduced you now too?
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Goethe - Erotica Romana |
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Oferswam þā
sioleða
bigong sunu Ecgþēowes,
earm ān-haga eft tō lēodum,
2370 þǣr him Hygd gebēad hord and rīce,
bēagas and brego-stōl: bearne ne truwode,
þæt hē wið æl-fylcum ēðel-stōlas
healdan cūðe, þā wæs Hygelāc dēad.
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Beowulf |
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org/contact
For
additional
contact information:
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Sonnets from the Portugese |
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It is Triton--the storm to scorn
Who doth wind his
sonorous
horn.
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Victor Hugo - Poems |
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Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own
destruction?
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blake-poems |
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Carjat lui-meme, par trop juge et partie, ni celui des
encore assez nombreux survivants d'une scene assurement peu glorieuse
pour Rimbaud, mais demesurement grossie et
denaturee
jusqu'a la plus
complete calomnie.
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Rimbaud - Poesie Completes |
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Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though
composed
by him.
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Villon |
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better far
In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,
Unseen, unheard, unwatched by any star;
Or in the streets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war,
Protract a curst existence, with the brood
That lap (their very
nourishment!
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Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads |
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II
THE IRONY
'Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker,
The postman nears and goes:
A letter is brought whose lines disclose
By the
firelight
flicker
His hand, whom the worm now knows:
Fresh--firm--penned in highest feather--
Page-full of his hoped return,
And of home-planned jaunts by brake and burn
In the summer weather,
And of new love that they would learn.
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Thomas Hardy - Poems of the Past and Present |
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Grendel this monster grim was called,
march-riever {1e} mighty, in
moorland
living,
in fen and fastness; fief of the giants
the hapless wight a while had kept
since the Creator his exile doomed.
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Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere |
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(If 'twas, indeed, that thus they did at all:
But scarcely I'll believe that men could not
With mind
foreknow
and see, as sure to come,
Such foul and general disaster.
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Lucretius |
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Auguration
Silvery
swallows
I saw flying,
Swallows snow and silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes hot and light.
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Stefan George - Selections from His Works and Others |
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From the window I look out
To mark thy beautiful parade,
Stately
marching
in cap and coat
To some tune by fairies played;--
A music heard by thee alone
To works as noble led thee on.
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Emerson - Poems |
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E come fu la mia risposta udita,
Sordello
ed elli in dietro si raccolse
come gente di subito smarrita.
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Dante - La Divina Commedia |
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True to yourself and sheets, you'll have me swear;
You shall, if
righteous
dealing I find there.
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Robert Herrick |
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I found him
Sitting at supper by the tavern door,
And, from a pitcher that he held aloft
His whole arm's length,
drinking
the blood-red wine.
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Longfellow |
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each his center
basement
finds; suspended there they stand {According to Erdman, the word "center" was originally deleted by Blake with a strong ink stroke and therefore not easily erased.
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Blake - Zoas |
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_They are
republished
here by kind permission of the
Editors.
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Tennyson |
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or whi sholde he
p{re}ien
to god.
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Chaucer - Boethius |
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Some rich
Philistian
matron she may seem;
And now at nearer view no other certain
Than Dalila, thy wife.
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World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama |
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Then Love took wing, and from his pinions shed
On all the
multitude
a nectarous dew.
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Keats |
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I muste, I wylle; tys
honnoure
cals awaie.
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Thomas Chatterton - Rowley Poems |
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'
thoughte
he, `wher hastow woned,
That art so fair and goodly to devyse?
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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, but its
volunteers
and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
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Li Bai - Chinese |
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One feature of your character I shall ever with
grateful
pleasure
remember;--the reception I got when I had the honour of waiting on you
at Stair.
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Robert Burns |
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He cased his limbs in brass; and first around
His manly legs, with silver buckles bound
The clasping greaves; then to his breast applies
The flaming cuirass of a thousand dyes;
Emblazed with studs of gold his
falchion
shone
In the rich belt, as in a starry zone:
Achilles' shield his ample shoulders spread,
Achilles' helmet nodded o'er his head:
Adorn'd in all his terrible array,
He flash'd around intolerable day.
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Iliad - Pope |
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IX
Constrained
at length, his sword Rogero drew
To clear the rabble, who his course delay;
And in the animals' or villain's view
Did now its point, and now its edge display.
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Ariosoto - Orlando Furioso |
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Leisurely
flocks and herds,
Cool-eyed cattle that come
Mildly to wonted words,
Swine that in orchards roam,--
A man and his beasts make a man and his home.
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Abercrombie - Georgian Poetry 1920-22 |
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Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt
In solitude, where we are LEAST alone;
A truth, which through our being then doth melt,
And purifies from self: it is a tone,
The soul and source of music, which makes known
Eternal harmony, and sheds a charm,
Like to the fabled Cytherea's zone,
Binding all things with beauty;--'twould disarm
The spectre Death, had he
substantial
power to harm.
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Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage |
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And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft
deceitful
wiles.
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Blake - Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience |
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Reconnaissez
Satan a son rire vainqueur,
Enorme et laid comme le monde!
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Baudelaire - Fleurs Du Mal |
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Therefore, we usually do NOT keep any
of these books in
compliance
with any particular paper edition.
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Dickinson - One - Complete |
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' In the 1812 reprint the editor observes that in Jonson's
time 'fanciful or artful wives would often
persuade
their husbands
to take them up to town for the advantage of _physick_, when the
principal object was dissipation.
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Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association |
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Va, si tu veux,
chercher
un fiance stupide;
Cours offrir un coeur vierge a ses cruels baisers;
Et, pleine de remords et d'horreur, et livide,
Tu me rapporteras tes seins stigmatises;
On ne peut ici-bas contenter qu'un seul maitre!
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Baudelaire - Fleurs Du Mal |
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What central flowing forces, say,
Make up thy splendor,
matchless
day?
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Emerson - Poems |
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+ Keep it legal
Whatever
your use, remember that you are responsible for ensuring that what you are doing is legal.
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Meredith - Poems |
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to Britain's pride
Once so
faithful
and so true,
On the deck of fame that died
With the gallant good Riou:
Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave!
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| Source: |
Golden Treasury |
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In an old accompt of the
Procurators
of St.
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Thomas Chatterton - Rowley Poems |
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But ay the oynement wente abrood;
Throughout
my woundes large and wyde
It spredde aboute in every syde; 1900
Through whos vertu and whos might
Myn herte Ioyful was and light.
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Chaucer - Romuant of the Rose |
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When God at first made Man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by;
Let us (said he) pour on him all we can:
Let the world's riches, which
dispersed
lie,
Contract into a span.
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Golden Treasury |
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This he could endure, but
the coldness and even jealousy of such a man as Addison--and here
appears the famous
portrait
of Atticus--was another matter, serious
enough to draw tears from all lovers of mankind.
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Alexander Pope |
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LXXXVI
This vainly to the sea resorts, whom spear
Or hatchet, brandished close at hand, dismay;
For stone or arrow
following
in his rear,
Permit the craven to make little way.
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Ariosoto - Orlando Furioso |
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XV
The day is spent, and commeth drowsie night,
When every creature
shrowded
is in sleepe;
Sad Una downe her laies in wearie plight,
And at her feete the Lyon watch doth keepe: 130
In stead of rest, she does lament, and weepe
For the late losse of her deare loved knight,
And sighes, and grones, and ever more does steepe
Her tender brest in bitter teares all night,
All night she thinks too long, and often lookes for light.
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Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1 |
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XLI
In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;
And
standing
hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
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AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad |
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Note the feeling of fate in the first
appearance
of
Apollonius.
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Keats |
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Ever, evermore the while in a slow silence she kept smiling,
And approached him slowly, slowly, in a gliding
measured
pace;
With her two white hands extended as if praying one offended,
And a look of supplication gazing earnest in his face.
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Elizabeth Browning |
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Then
homeward
slow returning
To slumbers deep I fare,
Filled with an infinite yearning,
With thoughts that rise and fall
To the sound of the sea's hollow call,
Breathed now from white-lit waves that reach
Cold fingers o'er the damp, dark beach,
To scatter a spray on my dreams;
Till the slow and measured rote
Brings a drowsy ease
To my spirit, and seems
To set it soothingly afloat
On broad and buoyant seas
Of endless rest, lulled by the dirge
Of the melancholy surge.
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George Lathrop - Dreams and Days |
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To learn more about the Project Gutenberg
Literary
Archive Foundation
and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4
and the Foundation web page at http://www.
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Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
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He hath beene in
vnusuall
Pleasure,
And sent forth great Largesse to your Offices.
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shakespeare-macbeth |
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The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse
depended
backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
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Pushkin - Talisman |
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"Begin, my flute, with me
Maenalian
lays.
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Virgil - Eclogues |
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And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their spirits) the
soothsayer
still lives.
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Khalil Gibran - Poems |
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So in lone Poverty's dominion drear,
Sits meek Content with light,
unanxious
heart;
Welcomes the rapid moments, bids them part,
Nor asks if they bring ought to hope or fear.
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Robert Burns - Poems and Songs |
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]_ I like at times to
exchange
with him a word,
And take care not to break with him.
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| Source: |
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe |
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Happy art thou, Vashti, to have wedded
One who so dearly rates
possession
of thee.
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Lascelles Abercrombie - Emblems of Love |
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"_The play was first performed when
Glaukinos
was Archon, in the 2nd
year of the 85th Olympiad_ (438 B.
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Euripides - Alcestis |
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360
XLI
Much was the man
encombred
with his hold,
In feare to lose his weapon in his paw,
Ne wist yet, how his talaunts to unfold;
For harder was from Cerberus greedy jaw
To plucke a bone, then from his cruell claw 365
To reave by strength the griped gage?
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Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1 |
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--C'est que les vents tombant des grands monts de Norwege
T'avaient parle tout bas de l'apre
liberte!
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| Source: |
Rimbaud - Poesie Completes |
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A wearied pilgrim, I have
wandered
here, II.
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Robert Herrick |
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If I lay here dead
XXIV Let the world's sharpness like a
clasping
knife
XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My letters!
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Sonnets from the Portugese |
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LX
Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are
guttering
low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
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AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad |
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If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven
thousand
fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
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| Source: |
American Poetry - 1922 - A Miscellany |
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This first phase in Rilke's work may be
defined as the phase of
reposeful
nature.
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| Source: |
Rilke - Poems |
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What shameful ways have women trod
At
beckoning
of Trade's golden rod!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Sidney Lanier |
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Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,
In devotion, round your tombs, I hail
You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:
And, while your ancient fury I invoke,
Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,
I'll sing your glory,
beauteous
above all.
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Du Bellay - The Ruins of Rome |
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Nay, when it cannot do
all these, it is offended with his own narrowness, that excludes it from
the
universal
delights of mankind, and oftentimes dies of a melancholy,
that it cannot be vicious enough.
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Ben Jonson - Discoveries Made Upon Men, and Some Poems |
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What
blessing
shall the bard entreat
The god he hallows, as he pours
The winecup?
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| Source: |
Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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The Editor in this and in other
instances
has risked the addition (or
the change) of a Title, that the aim of the verses following may be
grasped more clearly and immediately.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Golden Treasury |
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Und wollt Ihr recht ins Innre gehen,
Habt Ihr davon, Ihr musst es grad gestehen,
So viel als von Herrn
Schwerdtleins
Tod gewusst!
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Goethe - Faust- Der Tragödie erster Teil |
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How
did she know of your
arrival?
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant |
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"
Fear had
stupified
me.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant |
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--Many hearts deplored
The fate of those old trees; and oft with pain
The traveller at this day will stop and gaze
On wrongs, which Nature
scarcely
seems to heed:
For shelter'd places, bosoms, nooks, and bays,
And the pure mountains, and the gentle Tweed,
And the green silent pastures, yet remain.
| Guess: |
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Poi che noi fummo in su l'orlo suppremo
de l'alta ripa, a la
scoperta
piaggia,
<>, diss' io, <
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Dante - La Divina Commedia |
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