we gaze adown
Upon the
incarnate
Love who wears no crown.
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Impetuous flood, that from the Alps' rude head,
Eating around thee, dost thy name obtain;[V]
Anxious like me both night and day to gain
Where thee pure nature, and me love doth lead;
Pour on: thy course nor sleep nor toils impede;
Yet, ere thou pay'st thy tribute to the main,
Oh, tarry where most verdant looks the plain,
Where most
serenity
the skies doth spread!
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Petrarch - Poems |
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The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in
shuttered
rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night |
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As he would feel assured of victory,
That had of either arm
deprived
his foe;
So the emperor was assured, and so rejoiced,
When good Rogero's fate the warrior voiced.
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Ariosoto - Orlando Furioso |
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Refers to the story of Orpheus' attempt to rescue his
wife
Eurydice
from Hades.
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Keats |
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Beyond the uttermost
Of aught the night may hear on any seas
From tempest-known wild water's cry, and roar
Of iron shadows looming from the shore,
It shall be heard--and when the Orcades
Sleep in a hushed Atlantic's starry folds
As smoothly as, far down below the tides,
Sleep on the
windless
broad sea-wolds
Where this night's shipwreck hides.
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War Poetry - 1914-17 |
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XIX
Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the
vineyard
today, Love?
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Goethe - Erotica Romana |
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Then he looked down upon his winding-sheet,
For that was the great place, the sacred place,
That was a portion of the light of God,
And from behind that door
Hosannas
rang.
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Victor Hugo - Poems |
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My hand in
dedicative
worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of imagined glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
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Stefan George - Selections from His Works and Others |
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Ye who have felt the dear, luxurious smart,
When angel-charms oppress the powerless heart,
In pity here relent the brow severe,
And o'er Fernando's
weakness
drop the tear.
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Camoes - Lusiades |
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Wherefore
his ridges are not curls
And ripples of an inland mere?
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Tennyson |
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XXX
Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the
breathless
night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
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AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad |
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MISTER BUCKINUM, the follerin Billet was writ hum by a Yung feller of
our town that wuz cussed fool enuff to goe atrottin inter Miss Chiff
arter a Drum and fife, it ain't Nater for a feller to let on that he's
sick o' any bizness that He went intu off his own free will and a Cord,
but I rather cal'late he's middlin tired o'
voluntearin
By this Time.
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James Russell Lowell |
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With pity too
I saw Earth's child, the
monstrous
thing of war,
That in Cilicia's hollow places dwelt--
Typho; I saw his hundred-headed form
Crushed and constrained; yet once his stride was fierce,
His jaws gaped horror and their hiss was death,
And all heaven's host he challenged to the fray,
While, as one vowed to storm the power of Zeus,
Forth from his eyes he shot a demon glare.
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Aeschylus |
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"
Swift at the word, the joyful GAMA cried:
"For that fair island turn the helm aside;
O bring my vessels where the
Christians
dwell,
And thy glad lips my gratitude shall tell.
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Camoes - Lusiades |
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for those they take away,
And those they left me; for they left me gay;
Left me to see neglected genius bloom,
Neglected die, and tell it on his tomb:
Of all thy blameless life the soul return
My verse, and
Queensbury
weeping o'er thy urn!
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Pope - Essay on Man |
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--Nay,
Traveller!
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Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads |
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And when wild and rough,
The north wind blows, the tower
exultant
cries
"Behold me!
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Victor Hugo - Poems |
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Why does your tender palm
dissolve
in dew?
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Keats |
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But Gadsby was such a
superior
animal as a rule.
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Kipling - Poems |
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of
isof is of
is
of
of
fit
This book should be
returned
to the Library on or before the last date stamped below.
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Contemporary Verse - v01-02 |
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Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal
springs!
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Virgil - Eclogues |
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But
I recognized Grish Chunder's point of view and
sympathized
with it.
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Kipling - Poems |
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Here no man treadeth oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings,
tendered
words of calm.
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Stefan George - Selections from His Works and Others |
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Noi passamm' oltre, e io e 'l duca mio,
su per lo scoglio infino in su l'altr' arco
che cuopre 'l fosso in che si paga il fio
a quei che scommettendo
acquistan
carco.
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Dante - La Divina Commedia |
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While boyish blood is mantling, who can 'scape
The
fascination
of thy magic gaze?
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Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage |
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Note: This poem is a
consequence
of the two previous poems.
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19th Century French Poetry |
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He
vnneiled
his honden two,
And seide, 'wi?
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Adam Davy's Five Dreams about Edward II - 1389 |
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Funeral Libation (At Gautier's Tomb)
To you, gone emblem of our
happiness!
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Mallarme - Poems |
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[Illustration]
There was a Young Lady of Ryde,
Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied;
She
purchased
some clogs, and some small spotty Dogs,
And frequently walked about Ryde.
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Lear - Nonsense |
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"Project Gutenberg" is a
registered
trademark.
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Robert Burns |
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Les nenuphars
froisses
soupirent autour d'elle;
Elle eveille parfois, dans un aune qui dort,
Quelque nid, d'ou s'echappe un petit frisson d'aile.
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Rimbaud - Poesie Completes |
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Some fly, some cower in vain,
Hoping that Time, the grim and eager foe,
Will pass them by; and some run to and fro
Like the
Apostles
or the Wandering Jew;
Go where they will, the Slayer goes there too!
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Baudelaire - Poems and Prose Poems |
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As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,
For the harvest
resembles
me, and ever
God orders me to plough, and sow again:
Even for this end are we come together.
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Villon |
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One, two, three, four, five rupees to
pay for the
pleasure
of saying that a poor little beast of a woman is
no better than she should be.
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Kipling - Poems |
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"Surely," said I, "surely that is
something
at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more!
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Poe - 5 |
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90
The Normans kept aloofe, at
distaunce
stylle,
The Englysh nete but short horse-spears could welde;
The Englysh manie dethe-sure dartes did kille,
And manie arrowes twang'd upon the sheelde.
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Thomas Chatterton - Rowley Poems |
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Straight
my guide
Pursu'd his track.
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Dante - The Divine Comedy |
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would it shone to lead me still,
Although
to death or deadliest ill!
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Byron |
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2l7
Before them entered, equal in command,
Apslej and
Brotherick
marching hand in hand.
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Marvell - Poems |
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CXXII
Grandonie
was both proof and valiant,
And virtuous, a vassal combatant.
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Chanson de Roland |
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Is it such great
misfortune
to cease to be?
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Racine - Phaedra |
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Franciscan friar John de Rochetaillade
With gentle gesture lifted up his hand
And poised it high above the steady eyes
Of a great crowd that
thronged
the market-place
In fair Clermont to hear him prophesy.
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Sidney Lanier |
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Now, Kennedy, if foot or horse
E'er bring you in by
Mauchline
Cross,
L--d, man, there's lasses there wad force
A hermit's fancy.
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Robert Forst |
|
copyright law (does not
contain a notice
indicating
that it is posted with permission of the
copyright holder), the work can be copied and distributed to anyone in
the United States without paying any fees or charges.
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Sonnets from the Portugese |
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Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and
charming
as before.
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Keats - Lamia |
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"
Around her bower, with
quivering
leaves,
The tall Kamsamahs grew,
And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
Hung down from Tchokis blue.
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Lear - Nonsense |
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And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder
crawling
coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to IT for help--for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.
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Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
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The
Foundation
makes no representations concerning
the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
States.
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Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
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But the
offering
should be dearer to your eyes.
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Racine - Phaedra |
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These are of the
Fescennine
ranks and of Aequi Falisci, these of
Soracte's fortresses and the fields of Flavina, and Ciminus' lake and
hill, and the groves of Capena.
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Virgil - Aeneid |
|
For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of
volunteer
support.
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French - Apollinaire - Alcools |
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As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more
confidence
in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Robert Forst |
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp
muttered
in the dark.
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Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night |
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Leva'mi allor,
mostrandomi
fornito
meglio di lena ch'i' non mi sentia,
e dissi: <>.
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| Question: |
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Dante - La Divina Commedia |
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"
These tears will come--I dandled her
When 'twas the merest fairy--
Good
creature!
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Coleridge - Poems |
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Meissner
was also here; he caught me unawares,
Scribbling to my old mother.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
American Poetry - 1922 |
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Matrimonial
bed's insecure and so's fornication;
Husband, lover and wife pass to each other the hurt.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Goethe - Erotica Romana |
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Thus, my dear muses, again you've beguiled the
monotony
for me.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Goethe - Erotica Romana |
|
We
encourage
you to keep this file on your own disk, keeping an
electronic path open for the next readers.
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Dickinson - Two - Complete |
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If to accord this tribute you disdain,
Taken by force and bound in iron chain
You will be brought before his throne at Aix;
Judged and
condemned
you'll be, and shortly slain,
Yes, you will die in misery and shame.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Chanson de Roland |
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of
isof is of
is
of
of
fit
This book should be
returned
to the Library on or before the last date stamped below.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Contemporary Verse - v01-02 |
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Occasionally we wade through fields of snow, under whose depths the
river is lost for many rods, to appear again to the right or left,
where we least expected; still holding on its way underneath, with a
faint, stertorous,
rumbling
sound, as if, like the bear and marmot,
it too had hibernated, and we had followed its faint summer trail to
where it earthed itself in snow and ice.
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Thoreau - Excursions and Poems |
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has Poet yet, or Peer, 95
Lost the arch'd eye-brow, or
Parnassian
sneer?
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Alexander Pope |
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how blithe the
throstle
sings!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads |
|
net (This file was
produced from images
generously
made available by The
Internet Archive/American Libraries.
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H. D. - Sea Garden |
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A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers
extinguished
the light she carried, but divine power rekindled it.
| Guess: |
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| Source: |
19th Century French Poetry |
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In direful hunger craving
Summers & Winters round revolving in the
frightful
deep.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Blake - Zoas |
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He was plagued by
increasing
deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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Du Bellay - The Ruins of Rome |
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XLVI
"'Twas possible then, happiness--
Nay, near--but destiny decreed--
My lot is fixed--with thoughtlessness
It may be that I did proceed--
With bitter tears my mother prayed,
And for Tattiana,
mournful
maid,
Indifferent was her future fate.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Pushkin - Eugene Oneigin |
|
150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a
straight
look.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land |
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>>
--Sois
charmante
et tais-toi!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Baudelaire - Fleurs Du Mal |
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He is alive,
And will be till there is no more a world
Filled with his hidden hunger, waiting for souls
That ford the
monstrous
waters of the world.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Lascelles Abercrombie - Emblems of Love |
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Mark their mien
With sin distain'd: their downcast looks disclose
A
conscience
of their crimes, and dread of coming woes.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Petrarch |
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Oft-times upon the sudden she laugh'd out,
And from a basket emptied to the rout
Clusters
of grapes, the which they raven'd quick
And roar'd for more; with many a hungry lick
About their shaggy jaws.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Keats |
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Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most
brightly
mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Pushkin - Talisman |
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Warriors
slept
whose hest was to guard the gabled hall, --
all save one.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere |
|
Crazy parrots and
canaries
flew west,
Drunk on May-time revelations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to delirious, flower-dressed fairies
Of the lazy forest.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
American Poetry - 1922 - A Miscellany |
|
_Song_
I peeled bits of straws and I got
switches
too
From the grey peeling willow as idlers do,
And I switched at the flies as I sat all alone
Till my flesh, blood, and marrow was turned to dry bone.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
John Clare |
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Where we such
clusters
had,
As made us nobly wild, not mad;
And yet each verse of thine
Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Robert Herrick |
|
The verse is good, and they'll be hailed
For
something
they'll do in that place.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Troubador Verse |
|
why then a round,
Let's kiss the sweet and holy ground;
And all rejoice that we have found
_A King before
conception
crown'd_.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Robert Herrick |
|
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this
agreement
shall not void the remaining provisions.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Lewis Carroll |
|
XXIII
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,
Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,
That
Carthage
should be spared destruction!
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Du Bellay - The Ruins of Rome |
|
If you
received
this eBook on a physical
medium (such as a disk), you must return it with your request.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
Matthews - Poems of American Patriotism |
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So, musing o'er the problem which was best,--
A life wide-windowed, shining all abroad,
Or
curtains
drawn to shield from sight profane
The rites we pay to the mysterious I,--
With outward senses furloughed and head bowed
I followed some fine instinct in my feet,
Till, to unbend me from the loom of thought,
Looking up suddenly, I found mine eyes 220
Confronted with the minster's vast repose.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Answer: |
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| Source: |
James Russell Lowell |
|
Next, where she sojourns, instantly impart
To Discord my command, that she, supplied
With steel and tinder, 'mid the paynims go,
And fire and flame in their
encampment
blow;
LXXVII
"And throughout those among them, who are said
To be the mightiest, spread such strife, that they
Together may contend, and that some dead
Remain, some hurt, some taken in the fray;
And some to leave the camp, by wrath, be led;
So that they yield their sovereign little stay.
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Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught
was given me but odious hatred and
destructive
loathing.
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Khalil Gibran - Poems |
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So whan that she was in the closet leyd,
And alle hir wommen forth by ordenaunce
A-bedde weren, ther as I have seyd,
There was no more to skippen nor to traunce, 690
But boden go to bedde, with mischaunce,
If any wight was
steringe
any-where,
And late hem slepe that a-bedde were.
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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Then, turning to Alcinous, thus the wise
Ulysses spake:
Alcinous!
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Odyssey - Cowper |
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Childe Harold was he hight:--but whence his name
And lineage long, it suits me not to say;
Suffice it, that perchance they were of fame,
And had been glorious in another day:
But one sad losel soils a name for aye,
However mighty in the olden time;
Nor all that heralds rake from coffined clay,
Nor florid prose, nor honeyed lines of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or
consecrate
a crime.
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Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage |
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into the fields of space,
Away shalt thou escape with me;
And
Providence
will grant thee grace
Of all the days that were to be.
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"[583] Again, it is because of
Euripides
that we are
incessantly watched, that we are shut up behind bolts and bars, and that
dogs are kept to frighten off the gallants.
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CANTO XII
Faire Una to the
Redcrosse
knight,
betrouthed is with joy:
Though false Duessa it to barre
her false sleights doe imploy.
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Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1 |
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A wizard told him in these words our fate:
"At length corruption, like a gen'ral flood
(So long by watchful
Ministers
withstood),
Shall deluge all; and av'rice, creeping on,
Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun;
Statesman and patriot ply alike the stocks,
Peeress and butler share alike the box,
And judges job, and bishops bite the town,
And mighty dukes pack cards for half-a-crown.
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Pope - Essay on Man |
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LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR
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OF SUCH
DAMAGE.
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World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama |
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Ididnotknow One half the
substance
of his speech with me.
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Ezra-Pound-Provenca-English |
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now what Fortune wills I see full sure:
That
loathing
life, yet living I should see
How few its joys, how little they endure!
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Petrarch - Poems |
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Mightier
than Egypt's tombs,
Fairer than Grecia's, Roma's temples,
Prouder than Milan's statued, spired cathedral,
More picturesque than Rhenish castle-keeps,
We plan even now to raise, beyond them all,
Thy great cathedral sacred industry, no tomb,
A keep for life for practical invention.
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Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass |
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at herest my bone,
whi
helestou
my leoue sone
So long in my house, 477
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Adam Davy's Five Dreams about Edward II - 1389 |
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