Of snow, frost, and ice,
That jagged cut, and wound, and sting;
And dead the calls, cries, trills and whistles,
Among the twigs, and
leafless
bristles.
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The Bands of Heaven flew thro the air singing & shouting to Urizen [the lord ]
Some fix'd the anvil, some the loom erected, some the plow
And harrow formd & framd the harness of silver & ivory
The golden compasses, the quadrant & the rule & balance
They erected the furnaces, they formd the anvils of gold beaten in mills
Where winter beats incessant, fixing them firm on their base
The bellows began to blow & the Lions of Urizen stood round the anvil
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And the leopards coverd with skins of beasts tended the roaring fires
Sublime
distinct
their lineaments divine of human beauty {Erdman notes that there is a pencil line here followed by erased pencil lines in the right margin.
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Will to the old times
faithful
be.
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Virgil's
felicity
left him in
prose, as Tully's forsook him in verse.
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Indulgence
bids the dropsy grow;
Who fain would quench the palate's flame
Must rescue from the watery foe
The pale weak frame.
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Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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The
expedients
consciously used by the Chinese before the sixth century
were rhyme and length of line.
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Waley - 170 Chinese Poems |
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The maids beside
Tattiana
keep--
Men opposite.
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Pushkin - Eugene Oneigin |
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>>,
tal parve quelli; e poi chino le ciglia,
e umilmente ritorno ver' lui,
e
abbracciol
la 've 'l minor s'appiglia.
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Dante - La Divina Commedia |
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_convulsed
spur_, they spurred their horses violently and
uncertainly, scarce knowing what they did.
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Keats |
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, but its
volunteers
and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
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In his view of life he is one
with the artist who knows that by the
inevitable
law of self-perfection,
the poet must sing, and the sculptor think in bronze, and the painter
make the world a mirror for his moods, as surely and as certainly as the
hawthorn must blossom in spring, and the corn turn to gold at harvest-
time, and the moon in her ordered wanderings change from shield to
sickle, and from sickle to shield.
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Oscar Wilde - Poetry |
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Elizabeth Browning |
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Those I once would seek to cheer
Leave them
cheerless
now I must.
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She that has dealt with such a pride of spirit
In all her ways of life, so that she seemed
To feel like shadow, falling on the light
Her own mind made, the common
thoughts
of men;
Ay, she that to-day came down into our woe
And stood among the griefs that buzz upon us,
Like one who is forced aside from a bright journey
To stoop in a small-room'd cottage, where loud flies
Pester the inmates and the windows darken;
This she, this Judith, out of her quiet pride,
And out of her guarded purity, to walk
Where God himself from violent whoredom could
Scarcely preserve her shuddering flesh!
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Lascelles Abercrombie - Emblems of Love |
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Inserti fundunt radii per opaca domorum,
it is
possible
that _clatris_ may be the lost word.
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Virgil - Aeneid |
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The myrtle groves are those of the
Underworld
in Classical mythology.
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Ronsard |
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The dispute is of no
importance; for, as Lipsius says, whether we give the Dialogue to
Quintilian or to Tacitus, no
inconvenience
can arise.
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Tacitus |
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Who was it touched my
garments?
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Longfellow |
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by art
Daedalian
rais'd,
Transcending all by feeble mortals prais'd!
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Camoes - Lusiades |
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He
probably
began the work when he was about twenty years old.
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Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe |
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The gods denying, in just indignation,
Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance
Of
fraternal
strife, a sure foundation.
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Du Bellay - The Ruins of Rome |
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Henry Ware, and soon after,
because of his senior's
delicate
health, was called on to assume the
full duty.
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Emerson - Poems |
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ou
misseist
hym ou?
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Adam Davy's Five Dreams about Edward II - 1389 |
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CHORUS
And Batanochus' child, Alpistus great,
Surnamed the Eye of State--
Saw you and left you him who once of old
Ten
thousand
thousand fighting-men enrolled?
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Aeschylus |
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Dickinson - Two - Complete |
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siquid id est, usque a proauis uetus ordinis heres,
non modo
fortunae
munere factus eques.
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Oxford Book of Latin Verse |
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Souriant comme
Sourirait
un enfant malade, il fait un somme:
Nature, berce-le chaudement: il a froid.
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Rimbaud - Poesie Completes |
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And to her also it would seem that at
some period in the history of their friendship, the beginning of which
is very difficult to date, he wrote songs in the tone of hopeless,
impatient passion, of Petrarch writing to Laura, and others which
celebrate their mutual affection as a love that rose
superior
to
earthly and physical passion.
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John Donne |
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[315] ["In the
amphitheatre
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Byron |
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"A father broods: 'Would I had set him
To some humble trade,
And so slacked his high fire,
And his
passionate
martial desire;
Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him
To this due crusade!
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Thomas Hardy - Poems of the Past and Present |
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Edgar Allen Poe |
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The red-eyed scavengers are creeping
From Kentish Town and Golder's Green;
Where are the eagles and the
trumpets?
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T.S. Eliot |
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BY THE EARTH'S CORPSE
I
"O LORD, why
grievest
Thou?
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Epic of Gilgamesh |
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In a word, Tu Fu's poetry
expresses
what we ordinary men and
women wish to express and cannot.
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Li Po |
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The tsarevich
Bids me convey his
greetings
to you.
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Pushkin - Boris Gudonov |
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My
loathing
grows beneath your speech.
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Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe |
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And all their hearts in silken veils to wind,
And set them in coffers of marble white;
After, they take the bodies of those knights,
Each of the three is wrapped in a deer's hide;
They're washen well in
allspice
and in wine.
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Chanson de Roland |
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Elle cherchait dans l'oeil de sa pale victime
Le
cantique
muet que chante le plaisir
Et cette gratitude infinie et sublime
Qui sort de la paupiere ainsi qu'un long soupir:
--<< Hippolyte, cher coeur, que dis-tu de ces choses?
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Baudelaire - Fleurs Du Mal |
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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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Ben Jonson - Discoveries Made Upon Men, and Some Poems |
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Waley - 170 Chinese Poems |
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I shall show you the first number when I see you in
Glasgow, which will be in a
fortnight
or less.
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Robert Forst |
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To him, his love for his wife and
children
is a beautiful thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
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Euripides - Alcestis |
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led his vew;
Whose wals and towres were builded high and strong 490
Of perle and precious stone, that earthly tong
Cannot describe, nor wit of man can tell;
Too high a ditty for my simple song;
The Citie of the great king hight it well,
Wherein
eternall
peace and happinesse doth dwell.
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Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1 |
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--Alone,
Have you, O Faun,
considerately
turned
From side to side when counsel-seekers came,
And now advised as shepherd, now as satyr?
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Victor Hugo - Poems |
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(Replied the king elated with his praise)
My strength were still, as once in better days:
When the bold
Cephalens
the leaguer form'd.
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Odyssey - Pope |
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And first, 'tis needful there be many things
From whence the streaming flow of varied odours
May roll along, and we're constrained to think
They stream and dart and sprinkle
themselves
about
Impartially.
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Lucretius |
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'twas a precious flock to me,
As dear as my own
children
be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
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Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads |
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O Women, let your voices from this fray
Flash me a fiery signal, where I sit,
The sword across my knees,
expecting
it.
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Euripides - Electra |
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They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured
strychnine
in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
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AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad |
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Whom will Venus seat
Chairman
of cups?
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Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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'At Dawn I Love You'
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
All night I have gazed at you
I've all to divine I am certain of shadows
They give me the power
To envelop you
To stir your desire to live
At my
motionless
core
The power to reveal you
To free you to lose you
Invisible flame in the day.
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Paul Eluard - Poems |
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The Curve Of Your Eyes
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
A ring of sweetness and dance
halo of time, sure
nocturnal
cradle,
And if I no longer know all I have lived through
It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
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Paul Eluard - Poems |
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the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are
stirring
like sweet maidens when they dream.
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Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
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I haue no words,
My voice is in my Sword, thou
bloodier
Villaine
Then tearmes can giue thee out.
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shakespeare-macbeth |
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"
LXXII
I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its
perilous
chance;
The fortunate hour is on the dial now.
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Sappho |
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Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which
flattens
itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night |
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The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded
butterfly
scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
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blake-poems |
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Among the rocks--an empty hollow,
Secret, still,
mysterious!
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Waley - 170 Chinese Poems |
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Throughout
the field rally his companies.
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Chanson de Roland |
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To
conquered
men, some comfort 'tis to fall
By the hand of him who is the general.
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Robert Herrick |
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These things
Unto the quiet
daylight
of your minds
Are cloud and smoke, but in the dark of mine
Show traced with flame.
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Tennyson |
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CCXC
First before all was armed that Emperour,
Nimbly enough his iron sark indued,
Laced up his helm, girt on his sword Joiuse,
Outshone the sun that dazzling light it threw,
Hung from his neck a shield, was of Girunde,
And took his spear, was
fashioned
at Blandune.
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Chanson de Roland |
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'
So he
vanished
from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
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Blake - Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience |
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It was a sort of Lex Talionis which
Telemachus hoped might be put in force against them; and that Jove would
demand no
satisfaction
for the lives of those who made him none for the
waste of his property.
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Odyssey - Cowper |
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We will not from our
plighted
oath depart.
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Pushkin - Boris Gudonov |
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Moonlight
walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly housed save bats and owls!
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Golden Treasury |
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Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it
remained
to speak.
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Dickinson - Three - Complete |
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Sitting in a
porchway
cool,
Fades the ruddy sunlight fast,
Twilight hastens on to rule--
Working hours are wellnigh past
Shadows shoot across the lands;
But one sower lingers still,
Old, in rags, he patient stands,--
Looking on, I feel a thrill.
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Victor Hugo - Poems |
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American Poetry - 1922 - A Miscellany |
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My dearest Nancy, O
fareweel!
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Robert Burns - Poems and Songs |
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There, two
gleaming
rubies stand erectly,
Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,
Smoothed so uniformly on every side:
There all grace abounds, and every worth,
And beauty, if there's any on this earth,
Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
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Ronsard |
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Wenn die Natur des Fadens ew'ge Lange,
Gleichgultig drehend, auf die Spindel zwingt,
Wenn aller Wesen unharmon'sche Menge
Verdriesslich durcheinander klingt-
Wer teilt die
fliessend
immer gleiche Reihe
Belebend ab, dass sie sich rhythmisch regt?
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Goethe - Faust- Der Tragödie erster Teil |
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Servants
pour water on their hands, serve corn from
baskets, and bring napkins with close-cut pile.
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Virgil - Aeneid |
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The
literary
value, if I am allowed to say so, of this print-less distance which mentally separates groups of words or words themselves, is to periodically accelerate or slow the movement, the scansion, the sequence even, given one's simultaneous sight of the page: the latter taken as unity, as elsewhere the Verse is or perfect line.
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Mallarme - Poems |
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A
lightsome
eye, a soldier's mien,
A feather of the blue,
A doublet of the Lincoln green--
No more of me you knew,
My Love!
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Golden Treasury |
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Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his
numbered
tomb.
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Wilde - Poems |
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HERMES
Such are the counsels, such the strain,
Heard from wild lips and
frenzied
brain!
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Aeschylus |
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My notion is that
the work of the Katabundi
Settlement
ran him off his legs, and that he
took to brooding and making much of an ordinary P.
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Kipling - Poems |
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But thou
forgotten
and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
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Euripides - Electra |
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Pope uses it here
for some
conceited
dramatist who thinks none the less of himself because
his tragedy is rejected with shouts of laughter.
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Alexander Pope |
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Beaupre, who was imported from Moscow at the same time as
the annual
provision
of wine and Provence oil.
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Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant |
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IV
Lastly I ask--now old and chill--
If aught of him remain
unperished
still;
And find, in me alone, a feeble spark,
Dying amid the dark.
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| Source: |
Thomas Hardy - Poems of the Past and Present |
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I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals blinking through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a
whirlwind
I feel you are riding nigh;
I am counting the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
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Contemporary Verse - v01-02 |
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For the poore Wren
(The most
diminitiue
of Birds) will fight,
Her yong ones in her Nest, against the Owle:
All is the Feare, and nothing is the Loue;
As little is the Wisedome, where the flight
So runnes against all reason
Rosse.
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339 delebat Landor
341 _preuertet_ p:
_preuertit_
GRAC Laurentiani: _peruertet_
(_-tit_ BVen) OahBVen
344 post _sanguine_ nihil habent Da || _teuen_ O: _tenen_ GAC:
_tenen al.
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Beyond the matron-temple of Latona,
Which we should see but for these
darkening
boughs,
Lies a deep hollow, from whose ragged brows
Bushes and trees do lean all round athwart,
And meet so nearly, that with wings outraught,
And spreaded tail, a vulture could not glide
Past them, but he must brush on every side.
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how gently
lay
themselves
down and turn to mould!
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on that face of thine,
On that
benignant
face, whose look alone
(The soul's translucence thro' her crystal shrine!
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Coleridge - Poems |
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I ask of Thee no vanity
To
evidence
and prove Thee.
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Rilke - Poems |
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In this new book we have followed a
slightly
different arrangement to that
of the former Anthology.
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The play is a
colossal
expose of social abuses.
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Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association |
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Its
business
office is located at 809 North 1500 West, Salt
Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
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Wilde - Poems |
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She is
contemporary
with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for dragging her name into this particular affair.
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From pride, from pride, our very
reasoning
springs;
Account for moral, as for natural things:
Why charge we heaven in those, in these acquit?
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Entering
the Hall, she meets the new wife:
Leaving the gate, she runs into her former husband.
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Waley - 170 Chinese Poems |
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III
Qual in colle aspro, al imbrunir di sera
L'avezza
giovinetta
pastorella
Va bagnando l'herbetta strana e bella
Che mal si spande a disusata spera
Fuor di sua natia alma primavera,
Cosi Amor meco insu la lingua snella
Desta il fior novo di strania favella,
Mentre io di te, vezzosamente altera,
Canto, dal mio buon popol non inteso
E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno 10
Amor lo volse, ed io a l'altrui peso
Seppi ch' Amor cosa mai volse indarno.
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Again I swooned,
And awoke
From a
blissful
dream
In a cave by a stream.
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Such, the 'lorn parents' and the spouses' woes,
Such, o'er the strand the voice of wailing rose;
From breast to breast the soft contagion crept,
Moved by the woful sound the children wept;
The mountain-echoes catch the big swoll'n sighs,
And, through the dales, prolong the matron's cries;
The yellow sands with tears are silver'd o'er,
Our fate the
mountains
and the beach deplore.
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Camoes - Lusiades |
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XXXVII
On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the
mountains
began.
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