wide is the woe
when the foeman has mounted the wall;
There is havoc and terror and flame,
and the dark smoke broods over all,
And wild is the war-god's breath,
as in frenzy of
conquest
he springs,
And pollutes with the blast of his lips
the glory of holiest things!
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In such
alliance
couldst thou wish to join,
A palace stored with treasures should be thine.
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Hung on the wire, between trenches, burning and freezing,
Groaning for water with armies of men so near;
The fall over cliff, the clutch at the rootless grass,
The beach rushing up, the whirling, the turning headfirst;
Stiff writhings of strychnine, taken in error or haste,
Angina pectoris, shudders of the heart;
Failure and crushing by flying weight to the ground,
Claws and jaws, the stink of a lion's breath;
Swimming, a white belly, a crescent of teeth,
Agony, and a spirting
shredded
limb,
And crimson blood staining the green water;
And, horror of horrors, the slow grind on the rack,
The breaking bones, the stretching and bursting skin,
Perpetual fainting and waking to see above
The down-thrust mocking faces of cruel men,
With the power of mercy, who gloat upon shrieks for mercy.
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And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave
themselves
away, and still must live?
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I haue liu'd long enough: my way of life
Is falne into the Seare, the yellow Leafe,
And that which should
accompany
Old-Age,
As Honor, Loue, Obedience, Troopes of Friends,
I must not looke to haue: but in their steed,
Curses, not lowd but deepe, Mouth-honor, breath
Which the poore heart would faine deny, and dare not.
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A tower loomed vast with lofty
gangways
at a point of vantage; this all
the Italians strove with main strength to storm, and set all their might
and device to overthrow it; the Trojans in return defended it with
stones and hurled showers of darts through the loopholes.
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Much to the
astonishment
of every one present,
Mr.
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Poe - 5 |
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Whence hast thou this
becoming
of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
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Shakespeare - Sonnets |
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His parents were obscure and vulgar
people; and he himself a
wretched
outcast:
with the emblem of [his] crooked mind
Marked on [his] back like Cain by God's own hand.
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"He is a
charming
man"--"But after all what did he mean?
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T.S. Eliot |
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Whilst I, from boyhood up, a
wretched
monk,
Wander from cell to cell!
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Pushkin - Boris Gudonov |
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* * * *
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of
windows?
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Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist
Till some
resistless
hour shall rise and move
Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
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Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
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LXIX
Like a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in
splendour
passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.
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Sappho |
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The free waves
Will not say No to please a wayward king,
Nor will the winds turn
traitors
at his beck:
All things are fitly cared for, and the Lord
Will watch us kindly o'er the exodus
Of us his servants now, as in old time.
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Favours, by Jove that
thunders!
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Shakespeare |
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I swear the earth shall surely be
complete
to him or her who shall be
complete!
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Whitman |
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at it is nat l[e]ueful to
strechche
hise brode termes or bowndes vp-on the erthes // ?
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Chaucer - Boethius |
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This, I
believe, may be partly owing to my
misfortunes
giving my mind a
melancholy cast: but there is something even in the--
"Mighty tempest, and the hoary waste
Abrupt and deep, stretch'd o'er the buried earth,"--
which raises the mind to a serious sublimity, favourable to everything
great and noble.
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Robert Forst |
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Copyright
2000-2016 A.
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Paul Eluard - Poems |
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Erdman indicates that a linking line "must have been dropped in
transcribing
from working notes.
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Blake - Zoas |
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--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe
Orestes?
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Euripides - Electra |
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Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark
disputes
and artful teazing.
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blake-poems |
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You and I
plucking
rushes
Had not plucked a handful when night came!
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Waley - 170 Chinese Poems |
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The serpent too shall die,
Die shall the
treacherous
poison-plant, and far
And wide Assyrian spices spring.
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Virgil - Eclogues |
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His
fearefull
friends weare out the wofull night,
Ne dare to weepe, nor seeme to understand
The heavie hap, which on them is alight,
Affraid, least to themselves the like mishappen might.
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Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1 |
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You are, and doe not know't:
The Spring, the Head, the
Fountaine
of your Blood
Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt
Macd.
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shakespeare-macbeth |
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Barrett to produce any part of this poem in the
original
hand-writing,
he at last said, that he wrote this poem himself for a friend; but
that he had another, the copy of an original by Rowley: and being then
desired to produce that other poem, he, after a considerable interval
of time, brought to Mr.
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Thomas Chatterton - Rowley Poems |
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"
XIII
Then bitterly some: "Was it wise now
To raise the tomb-door
For such
knowledge?
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Thomas Hardy - Poems of the Past and Present |
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Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Epitaph
Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,
One whom Love killed with his scorn,
A poor little scholar in every way,
He was named
Francois
Villon.
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Villon |
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After his death the dragon takes
possession
of the hoard and watches
over it.
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Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere |
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Dickinson - One - Complete |
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Their names will I declare to thee,
Love, Hope, Desire, and Fear,
And they the regents are
Of the four elements that frame the heart, _10
And each diversely exercised her art
By force or circumstance or sleight
To prove her
dreadful
might
Upon that poor domain.
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Shelley |
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[116] Aristophanes lets it be
understood
that the refusal to crown him
arose from the fact that he had been too bold in his attack.
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Aristophanes |
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8 how can I bear to hear it
wherever
I go?
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Du Fu - 5 |
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dȳre īren,
2051;
drincfæt
dȳre (dēore), 2307, 2255; instr.
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Beowulf |
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Limiting the
class as I had done before, seemed to imply, and to the
uncandid
or
observing did so, that the faculty, which is the 'primum mobile' in
poetry, had little to do, in the estimation of the author, with pieces
not arranged under that head.
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Wordsworth - 1 |
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His home,
perhaps, was at a distance, and he had wild woods to come through, and
deep streams to pass, before he could see the signal-light, now shown
and now withdrawn, at her window; he had to approach with a quick eye
and a wary foot, lest a father or a brother should see, and deter him:
he had sometimes to wish for a cloud upon the moon, whose light,
welcome to him on his way in the distance, was likely to betray him
when near; and he not unfrequently reckoned a wild night of wind and
rain as a blessing, since it helped to conceal his coming, and proved
to his
mistress
that he was ready to brave all for her sake.
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Robert Burns |
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Antinous
hath a tongue accustom'd much
To tauntings, and promotes them in the rest.
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Odyssey - Cowper |
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90
While, near the midway cliff, the silvered kite
In many a whistling circle wheels her flight;
Slant watery lights, from parting clouds, apace
Travel along the precipice's base;
Cheering its naked waste of
scattered
stone, 95
By lichens grey, and scanty moss, o'ergrown;
Where scarce the foxglove peeps, or [23] thistle's beard;
And restless [24] stone-chat, all day long, is heard.
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Wordsworth - 1 |
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If God ere then
relieves
us, well.
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Lascelle Abercrombie |
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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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Tacitus |
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But, an grant me the grace Who dwells in Sacred Itone,
(And our issue to guard and ward the seats of Erechtheus
Sware She) that be thy right besprent with blood of the Man-Bull, 230
Then do thou so-wise act, and stored in memory's heart-core
Dwell these
mandates
of me, no time their traces untracing.
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Catullus - Carmina |
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- You provide, in
accordance
with paragraph 1.
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Petrarch - Poems |
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Me, too, Orion's mate, the Southern blast,
Whelm'd in deep death beneath the
Illyrian
wave.
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Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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A herald now, by VASCO'S high command
Sent to the monarch, treads the Indian strand;
The sacred staff he bears, in gold he shines,
And tells his office by
majestic
signs.
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Camoes - Lusiades |
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And I my
treasure
tremblingly pursue,
Like some scared thing that stumbles o'er the ground.
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Petrarch |
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Thus far sped the sacred
contests
to their holy lord.
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Virgil - Aeneid |
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Shall I not see that hour before I die,
When I shall cull the flower of her springtime
Who makes my being
languish
in the dark?
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Ronsard |
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'The makers of gold and the makers
of verse,' they are the twin creators that sway the world's
secret desire for mystery; and what in my father is the genius of
curiosity--the very essence of all
scientific
genius--in me is
the desire for beauty.
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Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
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No sooner did Zacocia understand they were
Christians, than all his
kindness
was turned into the most bitter
hatred; he began to meditate their ruin, and sought to destroy the
fleet.
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Camoes - Lusiades |
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Li
chevaliers
fu biaus et gens,
Et as armes bien acesmes,
Et de s'amie bien ames.
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Chaucer - Romuant of the Rose |
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No folk-king was there,
none at all, of the
neighboring
clans
who war would wage me with 'warriors'-friends' {35a}
and threat me with horrors.
| Guess: |
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Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere |
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To the Lemnian isle
His passage thither led him, when those bold
And
pitiless
women had slain all their males.
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Dante - The Divine Comedy |
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received the work on a
physical
medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
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H. D. - Sea Garden |
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Milton |
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Oh, how her lips compressed restrain
The
indignation
of her heart!
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Pushkin - Eugene Oneigin |
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- What have you done, O you there
Who
endlessly
cry,
Say: what have you done, there
With youth gone by?
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19th Century French Poetry |
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ere to-morrow's dawn be here,
"Send forth my messengers over the sea,
To seek seven
beautiful
brides for me;
"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen.
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Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
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Such was Oneguine's sainted life,
And such
unconsciously
he led,
Nor marked how summer's prime had fled
In aimless ease and far from strife,
The curse of commonplace delight.
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Pushkin - Eugene Oneigin |
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Mery,
Without dawn too grossly now inflaming
The rose, that splendid, natural and weary
Sheds even her heavy veil of
perfumes
to hear
Underneath the flesh the diamond weeping,
Yes, without those dewy crises!
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19th Century French Poetry |
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1922
JOHN GOULD FLETCHER
Fire and Wine Grant Richards (London) 1913
The
Dominant
City Max Goschen (London) 1913
Fool's Gold Max Goschen (London) 1913
The Book of Nature Constable & Co.
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American Poetry - 1922 |
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Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home,
Shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand
Round up the
straggling
flock!
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| Source: |
Virgil - Eclogues |
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Address To The Toothache
My curse upon your venom'd stang,
That shoots my tortur'd gums alang,
An' thro' my lug gies mony a twang,
Wi' gnawing vengeance,
Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang,
Like racking
engines!
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Robert Burns - Poems and Songs |
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"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen
Victoria
Street.
| Guess: |
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T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land |
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Valerius Catullus
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Latin - Catullus |
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The husband of the trick was ne'er aware,
So much the
mistress
had her servant's air;
But if he had, what then?
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La Fontaine |
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With winds and blizzards and great crowns
Of shining cloud, with wheeling plover
And short grass sweet with the small white clover,
Miss
Thompson
lived, correct and meek,
A lonely spinster, and every week
On market-day she used to go
Into the little town below,
Tucked in the great downs' hollow bowl
Like pebbles gathered in a shoal.
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Abercrombie - Georgian Poetry 1920-22 |
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| Source: |
Sara Teasdale |
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'Tis much he dares,
And to that
dauntlesse
temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie.
| Guess: |
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| Source: |
shakespeare-macbeth |
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If then your sails for India's shore expand,
For sultry Ganges or Hydaspes'[94] strand,
Here shall you find a pilot skill'd to guide
Through all the dangers of the
perilous
tide,
Though wide-spread shelves, and cruel rocks unseen,
Lurk in the way, and whirlpools rage between.
| Guess: |
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| Source: |
Camoes - Lusiades |
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Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But
internal
difference
Where the meanings are.
| Guess: |
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| Source: |
Dickinson - Three - Complete |
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ipsa Troianos penatis in Latinos transtulit,
ipsa Laurentem puellam
coniugem
nato dedit,
moxque Marti de sacello dat pudicam uirginem,
Romuleas ipsa fecit cum Sabinis nuptias.
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| Source: |
Oxford Book of Latin Verse |
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Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be
branded?
| Guess: |
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| Source: |
Stefan George - Selections from His Works and Others |
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There, far apart, and high above the rest,
The
thunderer
sat; where old Olympus shrouds
His hundred heads in heaven, and props the clouds.
| Guess: |
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| Source: |
Iliad - Pope |
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But that all these make
loveliness
I deny: for
nothing of beauty nor scintilla of sprightliness is in her body so massive.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Catullus - Carmina |
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Here days and night are divided into seasons of conduct and governed
by rules of
blameless
accuracy.
| Guess: |
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| Question: |
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| Source: |
Khalil Gibran - Poems |
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PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the greensward we sit,
And now is
burgeoning
both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
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The wealth I had
contented
me;
If 't was a meaner size,
Then I had counted it until
It pleased my narrow eyes
Better than larger values,
However true their show;
This timid life of evidence
Keeps pleading, "I don't know.
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Dickinson - Three - Complete |
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I have seen you command: your soldiering:
While age sends ice coursing through my veins,
Your rare courage has secured our gains;
Well, to cut short
superfluous
discourse,
You are today what I was once, perforce.
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Corneille - Le Cid |
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They had paid a
thousand
men,
Yet they formed and came again,
For they heard the silver bugles sounding challenge to their pride,
And they rode with swords agleam
For the glory of a dream,
And they stormed up to the cannon's mouth and withered there, and
died.
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War Poetry - 1914-17 |
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Myself would hold it shame
To abase this
daughter
of a royal name.
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Euripides - Electra |
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"
Her visage
scorched
him ere she spoke:
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk
Who have no horror of a joke.
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Lewis Carroll |
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What are you
thinking?
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Pope - Essay on Man |
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The courier of the sky I mark'd with dread,
As by degrees the baseless fabric fled
That human power had built, while high disdain
I felt within to see the toiling train
Striving to seize each transitory thing
That fleets away on dissolution's wing;
And soonest from the firmest grasp recede,
Like airy forms, with
tantalizing
speed.
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Petrarch - Poems |
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2305-2339); I
promised
thee a stroke, and thou hast it, so hold
thee well pleased.
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Gawaine and the Green Knight |
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XII
Two hostile bullets in mid-air
Together
shocked,
And swift were locked
Forever in a firm embrace.
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George Lathrop - Dreams and Days |
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Long life to
Dimitry!
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Pushkin - Boris Gudonov |
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Quant aux quelques morceaux en prose qui
terminent
le volume, je les
eusse retenus pour les publier dans une nouvelle edition des oeuvres en
prose.
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Rimbaud - Poesie Completes |
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A nunnery was spied ashore,
We lowered away the cutter,
And, landing, seized the youngest nun
Ere she a cry could utter;
Beside the creek, deaf to our oars,
She
slumbered
in green alley,
As, eighty strong, we sent along
The dreaded Pirate Galley.
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Victor Hugo - Poems |
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The time has come for me to hold in scorn
The murmur of
distinguished
nobodies,
And quash pernicious custom.
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Pushkin - Boris Gudonov |
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Whatever
comprehends less than that--whatever is less than the laws of light and of
astronomical motion--or less than the laws that follow the thief, the liar,
the glutton, and the drunkard, through this life, and
doubtless
afterward--
or less than vast stretches of time, or the slow formation of density, or
the patient upheaving of strata--is of no account.
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Whitman |
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'Twould wake sad
thoughts
in me.
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Euripides - Alcestis |
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No
lightning
or storm reach where he's gone.
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Villon |
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The woods closed in,
The stream grew dark,
And then
The boat was
grounded
sudden on the shoals,
And I
Said quickly that perhaps
We'd come too far.
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Contemporary Verse - v01-02 |
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