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HIS MISTRESS TO HIM AT HIS FAREWELL
Robert Herrick
You may vow I'll not forget To pay the debt Which to thy memory stands as due As faith can seal it you. --Take then tribute of my tears; So long as...Rate it:

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HIS POETRY HIS PILLAR
Robert Herrick
Only a little more I have to write: Then I'll give o'er, And bid the world good-night. 'Tis but a flying minute, That I must stay, Or linger in it...Rate it:

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To Olinthus Gregory, On Hearing Of The Death Of His Eldest Son, Who Was Drowned As He Was Returning By Water To His Father’s House At Woolrich
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
IS there a spot where Pity's foot, Although unsandalled, fears to tread, A silence where her voice is mute, Where tears, and only tears, are shed?...Rate it:

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Written For My Son In His Sickness, To One Of His School fellows.
Mary Barber
I little thought that honest Dick Would slight me so, when I was sick. Is he a Friend, who only stays, Whilst Health and Pleasure gild our Days; Fl...Rate it:

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Ode to the Cambro-Britons and their Harp, His Ballad of Agi
Michael Drayton
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, ...Rate it:

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A Letter For My Son To One Of His School--Fellows, Son To Henry Rose, Esq;
Mary Barber
Dear Rose, as I lately was writing some Verse, Which I next Day intended in School to rehearse, My Mother came in, and I thought she'd run wild: ``...Rate it:

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Upon His Majesty's Happy Return
Edmund Waller
The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though H...Rate it:

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The Young Rat And His Dam, The Cock And The Cat
Anne Kingsmill Finch
No Cautions of a Matron, Old and Sage, Young Rattlehead to Prudence cou'd engage; But forth the Offspring of her Bed wou'd go, Nor reason gave, ...Rate it:

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His Riches Claimed
Kurt Philip Behm
His Riches Claimed A fool A rich father A poor boy A dream The theater Of experience One whines The other screams The reckoning Once predicted Is ...Rate it:

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Elegy XXI. Taking a View of the Country From His Retirement
William Shenstone
Thus Damon sung-What though unknown to praise, Umbrageous coverts hide my Muse and me, Or mid the rural shepherds flow my days? Amid the rural shep...Rate it:

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The Argument Of His Book
Robert Herrick
THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of May-poles, hock-cart...Rate it:

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A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS
Robert Herrick
You are a Tulip seen to-day, But, Dearest, of so short a stay, That where you grew, scarce man can say. You are a lovely July-flower; Yet one rude...Rate it:

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Verses, Supposed To Be Written By Alexander Selkirk During His Solitary Abode In The Island Of Juan Fernandez
William Cowper
I am monarch of all I survey; My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute O Sol...Rate it:

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Epilogue to The Husband His Own Cuckold
John Dryden
Like some raw sophister that mounts the pulpit, So trembles a young poet at a full pit. Unused to crowds, the parson quakes for fear, And wonder...Rate it:

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Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wa
Richard Savage
Great Hope of Britain!-Here the Muse essays A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise. Be Her's a zeal of Public Spirit known! A princely zeal!-a...Rate it:

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Was It His Fault?
Nikhil Parekh
Was it his fault; that he was born horrendously blind; witnessing nothing but remorsefully crippling darkness; since the very first cry of innocuou...Rate it:

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His Heart Was As Omnipresent
Nikhil Parekh
His cheeks were as pristine as the snow on the astronomical summit of the mountain; glistening to a perfect golden under brilliantly flamboyant sun...Rate it:

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My Beloved Is Mine and I Am His
Francis Quarles
Even like two little bank-dividing brooks, That wash the pebbles with their wanton stream, And having ranged and searched a thousand nook Meet both...Rate it:

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ASTRÆA REDUX. A Poem, on the Happy Restoration and Return of His Sacred Majesty, Charles the Second
John Dryden
Now with a general peace the world was blest, While ours, a world divided from the rest, A dreadful quiet felt, and worser far Than arms, a sull...Rate it:

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His Litany to the Holy Spirit
Robert Herrick
In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit comfort me! When I lie within my bed, Sick ...Rate it:

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HIS LITANY, TO THE HOLY SPIRIT
Robert Herrick
In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When I lie within my bed, Sick in h...Rate it:

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The Swagman and His Mate
Henry Lawson
FROM north to south throughout the year The shearing seasons run, The Queensland stations start to shear When Maoriland has done; But labour’s chea...Rate it:

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All A Person Could Take Beneath His Grave
Nikhil Parekh
All a person could take beneath his grave; was the perennial love that he'd generated; by compassionately uniting two miserably jilted hearts in th...Rate it:

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Being His Mother
James Whitcomb Riley
Being his mother--when he goes away I would not hold him overlong, and so Sometimes my yielding sight of him grows O So quick of tears, I joy he di...Rate it:

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On Bishop Burnet's Being Set On Fire In His Closet
Thomas Parnell
From that dire æra, bane to Sarum's pride, Which broke his schemes and laid his friends aside, He talks and writes that Pop'ry will return, And we,...Rate it:

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