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Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI. And From A View Of The Painting Of Mr. Richard Wilson
Phillis Wheatley
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give, And taught'st the...Rate it:

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Vertumnus and Pomona : Ovid's Metamorphoses, book 14 [v. 623-771]
Alexander Pope
The fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign; Of all the Virgins of the sylvan train, None taught the trees a nobler race to bear, Or more improv'd the ...Rate it:

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The Fable of Dryope - Ovid's Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393]
Alexander Pope
She said, and for her lost Calanthis sighs, When the fair Consort of her son replies. 'Since you a servant's ravish'd form bemoan, And kindly sigh ...Rate it:

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Daphne to Apollo. Imitated From The First Book Of Ovid's Metamorphosis
Matthew Prior
Apollo. Abate, fair fugitive, abate thy speed, Dismiss thy fears, and turn thy beauteous head; With kind regard a panting lover view; Less swiftl...Rate it:

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To A Young Lady, On Her Translation Of The Story Of Phoebus And Daphne, From Ovid
Thomas Parnell
In Phœbus Wit (as Ovid said) Enchanting Beauty woo'd; In Daphne Beauty coily fled, While vainly Wit pursu'd. But when you trace what Ovid writ, A d...Rate it:

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Written For A Gentlewoman In Distress, To Her Grace Adelida, Dutchess Of Shrewsbury.
Mary Barber
Might I inquire the Reasons of my Fate, Or with my Maker dare expostulate; Did I, in prosp'rous Days, despise the Poor, Or drive the friendless Str...Rate it:

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Painting And Sculpture
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The sinful painter drapes his goddess warm, Because she still is naked, being drest; The godlike sculptor will not so deform Beauty, which bones an...Rate it:

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On Niobe (From The Greek)
William Cowper
Charon! receive a family on board Itself sufficient for thy crazy yawl, Apollo and Diana, for a word By me too proudly spoken, slew us all. Rate it:

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Niobe
Alfred Noyes
How like the sky she bends above her child, One with the great horizon of her pain! No sob from our low seas where woe runs wild, No weeping clo...Rate it:

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Niobe
John Donne
By children's births, and death, I am become So dry, that I am now mine own sad tomb. Rate it:

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Before a Painting
James Weldon Johnson
I knew not who had wrought with skill so fine What I beheld; nor by what laws of art He had created life and love and heart On canvas, from mere co...Rate it:

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On Tasso In Prison (Eugène Delacroix’s Painting)
Charles Baudelaire
The poet in his cell, unkempt and sick, who crushes underfoot a manuscript, measures, with a gaze that horror has inflamed, the stair of madness wh...Rate it:

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Celestial Painting (Sunset at Renvyle)
William Percy French
When painters leave this world, we grieve For the hand that will work no more, But who can say that they rest alway On that still celestial shor...Rate it:

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An Epitaph on Niobe turned to Stone
Henry King
This Pile thou seest built out of Flesh, not Stone, Contains no shroud within, nor mouldring bone: This bloodless Trunk is destitute of Tombe Wh...Rate it:

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Ode to Rae Wilson Esq.
Thomas Hood
A WANDERER, Wilson, from my native land, Remote, O Rae, from godliness and thee, Where rolls between us the eternal sea, Besides some furlongs of a...Rate it:

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The Death of the Rev. Dr. Wilson
William Topaz McGonagall
'Twas in the year of 1888 and on the 17th of January That the late Rev. Dr. Wilson's soul fled away; The generous-hearted Dr. had been ailing for s...Rate it:

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Wilson
John Greenleaf Whittier
The lowliest born of all the land, He wrung from Fate's reluctant hand The gifts which happier boyhood claims; And, tasting on a thankless soil The...Rate it:

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Robert Burns Wilson
James Whitcomb Riley
What intuition named thee?--Through what thrill Of the awed soul came the command divine Into the mother-heart, foretelling thine Should palpitate ...Rate it:

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In Memory of Edward Wilson, Who Repented of What Was in His Mind to Write after Section
James Clerk Maxwell
Rigid Body (sings). Gin a body meet a body Flyin’ through the air, Gin a body hit a body, Will it fly? and where? Ilka impact has its measure,...Rate it:

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On The Tombstone Of James Christopher Wilson (d. April 11, 1884) In Headley Churchyard, Surrey
George Meredith
Thou our beloved and light of Earth hast crossed The sea of darkness to the yonder shore. There dost thou shine a light transferred, not lost, Thro...Rate it:

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Elegy XX. He Compares His Humble Fortune With the Distress of Others
William Shenstone
Why droops this heart with fancied woes forlorn? Why sinks my soul beneath this wintry sky? What pensive crowds, by ceaseless labours worn, What my...Rate it:

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The Yearly Distress; Or, Tithing-Time At Stock In Essex
William Cowper
Come, ponder well, for 'tis no jest, To laugh it would be wrong; The troubles of a worthy priest The burden of my song. This priest he merry is an...Rate it:

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The Distress'd Travellers; or, Labour in Vain
William Cowper
I. I sing of a journey to Clifton, We would have perform'd if we could, Without cart or barrow to lift on Poor Mary and me through the mud; Sle...Rate it:

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To my Friend Mr. Motteux, on His Tragedy Called Beauty in Distress, Published in 1698
John Dryden
'Tis hard, my friend, to write in such an age, As damns not only poets, but the stage. That sacred art, by heaven itself infused, Which Moses, D...Rate it:

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Distress Sale
Raymond Carver
Early one Sunday morning everything outside - the child's canopy bed and vanity table, the sofa, end tables and lamps, boxes of assorted books and ...Rate it:

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