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The Prologue
Anne Bradstreet
To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings, Of cities founded, commonwealths begun, For my mean pen are too superior things: Or how they all, or ea...Rate it:

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The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part IV
Mathilde Blind
I. It is the night: across the starless waste Of silent heaven the solitary moon Flits like a frightened maid who flies in haste, And wild with ter...Rate it:

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The Red King
Charles Kingsley
The King was drinking in Malwood Hall, There came in a monk before them all: He thrust by squire, he thrust by knight, Stood over against the dais ...Rate it:

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The Scamps
Henry Lawson
Of home, name and wealth and ambition bereft— We are children of fortune and luck: They deny there’s a shred of our characters left, But they canno...Rate it:

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The Scurril Press
Ambrose Bierce
OM JONESMITH _(loquitur)_: I've slept right through The night-a rather clever thing to do. How soundly women sleep _(looks at his wife.) They're al...Rate it:

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The Skyline Riders
Henry Lawson
Against the light of a dawning white My Skyline Riders stand— There is trouble ahead for a dark year dead And the selfish wrongs of a land; There a...Rate it:

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The Vision of Judgment
George Gordon Lord Byron
I Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate: His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull, So little trouble had been given of late; Not that th...Rate it:

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The Wild Huntsman
Sir Walter Scott
The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn, To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord pursue. ...Rate it:

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The Yankee Girl
John Greenleaf Whittier
She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door, Which the long evening shadow is stretching before; With a music as sweet as the music which seems...Rate it:

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To An Artist
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
YOU tell me these great lords have raised up Art? I say they have degraded it. Look you, When ever did they let the Poet sing, The Painter paint, t...Rate it:

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To Be Amused
Henry Lawson
You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling mad, Australia races to her doom. You bid me sin...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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To My Old Schoolmaster
John Greenleaf Whittier
AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE Old friend, kind friend! lightly down Drop time's snow-flakes on thy crown! Never be thy shadow less, Ne...Rate it:

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Vanity of the World
William Cowper
God gives his mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no good. Gold is a blessing only lent, Repaid by giving others food. The world...Rate it:

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Youth And Knowledge
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What price, child, shall I pay for your bright eyes (How large a debt!) the light they shed on me? What for your cheeks, so red in their surprise, ...Rate it:

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Lola Ridge
Out of the night you burn, Manhattan, In a vesture of gold - Span of innumerable arcs, Flaring and multiplying - Gold at the uttermost circles fa...Rate it:

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The Runes of Weland's Sword
Rudyard Kipling
A smith makes me To betray my Man In my first fight. To gather Gold At the world's end I am sent. The Gold I gather Comes into England Out of dee...Rate it:

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John Greenleaf Whittier
O Norah, lay your basket down, And rest your weary hand, And come and hear me sing a song Of our old Ireland. There was a lord of Galaway, A might...Rate it:

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A Corymbus For Autumn
Francis Thompson
Hearken my chant, 'tis As a Bacchante's, A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis! Suffer my singing, Gipsy of Seasons, ere t...Rate it:

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A Song of Sherwood
Alfred Noyes
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake? Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake, Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the...Rate it:

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After Death
Algernon Charles Swinburne
THE FOUR boards of the coffin lid Heard all the dead man did. The first curse was in his mouth, Made of grave’s mould and deadly drouth. The next...Rate it:

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An Autumn Treasure-Trove
Eugene Field
'Tis the time of the year's sundown, and flame Hangs on the maple bough; And June is the faded flower of a name; The thin hedge hides not a singer ...Rate it:

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Muriel Stuart
'The lord appeared in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush and behold, the bush burned with fire and the bush was not consumed.'-EXODOUS iii....Rate it:

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Avec ses vêtements ondoyants et nacrés (With Waving Opalescense In Her Gown)
Charles Baudelaire
Avec ses vêtements ondoyants et nacrés, Même quand elle marche on croirait qu'elle danse, Comme ces longs serpents que les jongleurs sacrés Au bout...Rate it:

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Cousin Robert
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O COUSIN Robert, far away Among the lands of gold, How many years since we two met?-- You would not like it told. O cousin Robert, buried deep...Rate it:

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