To make this condiment, your poet begs The pounded yellow of two hard-boiled eggs; Two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen-sieve, Smoothness and softness to the salad give; Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl, And,... – by Sydney Smith | 30 Views added 3 years ago
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Twas raw, and chill, and cold outside, With a boisterous wind untamed, But I was sitting snug within, Where my good log-fire flamed. As my clock ticked, My cat purred, And my kettle... – by Tudor Storrs Jenks | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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Broad daylight, with a sense of weariness! Mine eyes were closed, but I was not asleep, My hand was in my father's, and I felt His presence near me. Thus we often past In silence, hour by hour. What was the need Of interchanging... – by Toru Dutt | 789 Views added 3 years ago
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A terror both of gods and men Was Heerun Kasyapu, the king; No bear more sullen in its den, No tiger quicker at the spring. In strength of limb he had not met, Since first his black flag he unfurled, Nor in audacious courage,... – by Toru Dutt | 12 Views added 3 years ago
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What tale is this which stirs a world of knaves Out of its grubbing to throw greasy pence Forth to the hat, and choke with eloquence In boastful prose and verse of doubtful staves? Four men have died, gentlemen, heroes, braves; ... – by Thomas William Hodgson Crosland | 16 Views added 3 years ago
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You who are still and white And cold like stone; For whom the unfailing light Is spent and done;
For whom no more the breath Of dawn, nor evenfall Nor Spring, nor love, nor death Matter at... – by Thomas William Hodgson Crosland | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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They have him in a cage And little children run To offer him well-meant bits of bun, And very common people say, "My word! Ain't he a 'orrible bird!" And the smart, "How absurd! Poor, captive, draggled,... – by Thomas William Hodgson Crosland | 28 Views added 3 years ago
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This cool quiet of trees In the grey dusk of the north, In the green half-dusk of the west, Where fires still glow; These glimmering fantasies Of foliage branching forth And drooping into rest; Ye lovers, know That in... – by Thomas Moult | 54 Views added 3 years ago
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To the heart, to the heart the white petals Quietly fall. Memory is a little wind, and magical The dreaming hours. As a breath they fall, as a sigh; Green garden hours too langorous to waken, White leaves of blossomy tree... – by Thomas Moult | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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Brown earth, sun-soaked, Beneath his head And over the quiet limbs.... Through time unreckoned Lay this brown earth for him. Now is he come. Truly he hath a sweet... – by Thomas Moult | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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Oh, Youth! could dark futurity reveal Her hidden worlds, unlock her cloud-hung gates, Or snatch the keys of mystery from time, Your souls would madden at the piercing sight Of fortune, wielding high her woe-born arms To crush... – by Thomas Gent | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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Love!--what is love? a mere machine, a spring For freaks fantastic, a convenient thing, A point to which each scribbling wight most steer, Or vainly hope for food or favour here; A summer's sigh; a winter's wistful tale: A sound... – by Thomas Gent | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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A mossy footfall in this wood A peal of thunder were, Or autumn tempest-shriek, compared With the unwhispered stir Of massy fluids lift in air, To build these leafy pillars... – by Theodore Harding Rand | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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As comes amain the glossy flying raven, That with unwavering wing, breast on the view, Cleaves slow the lucid air beneath the blue, And seems scarce other than a figure graven - Ha! now the sweeping pinions flash... – by Theodore Harding Rand | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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The lithe wind races and sings Over the grasses and wheat - See the emerald floor as it springs To the touch of invisible... – by Theodore Harding Rand | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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I dreamed that life and time and space were one, And the pure trance of dawn; The increase drawn From all the journeys of the travelling sun, And the long mysteries of sound and sight, The whispering rains, And... – by Violet Jacob | 35 Views added 3 years ago
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The willows stand by Fringford brook, From Fringford up to Hethe, Sun on their cloudy silver heads, And shadow... – by Violet Jacob | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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Give me to-night to hide me in the shade, That neither moon nor star May see the secret place where I am laid, Nor watch me from... – by Violet Jacob | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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She was wearing the coral taffeta trousers Someone had brought her from Ispahan, And the little gold coat with pomegranate blossoms, And the coral-hafted feather fan; But she ran down a Kentish lane in the moonlight, And skipped... – by Victoria Mary Sackville-West | 80 Views added 3 years ago
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When little lights in little ports come out, Quivering down through water with the stars, And all the fishing fleet of slender spars Range at their moorings, veer with tide... – by Victoria Mary Sackville-West | 62 Views added 3 years ago
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We owned a garden on a hill, We planted rose and daffodil, Flowers that English poets sing, And hoped for glory in the... – by Victoria Mary Sackville-West | 92 Views added 3 years ago
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Morning glances hither, Now the shade is past; Dream and fog fly thither Where Night goes at last; Open eyes and roses As the darkness closes; And the sound that grows is Nature walking... – by Victor Hugo | 230 Views added 3 years ago
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Tis night - within the close stout cabin door, The room is wrapped in shade save where there fall Some twilight rays that creep along the floor, And show the fisher's nets upon the... – by Victor Hugo | 51 Views added 3 years ago
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The small child sang; the mother, outstretched on the low bed, With anguish moaned, - fair Form pain should possess not long; For, ever nigher, Death hovered around her head: I hearkened there this moan, and heard even there ... – by Victor-Marie Hugo | 12 Views added 3 years ago
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Some men were born for great things, Some were born for small; Some--it is not recorded Why they were born at all; But Uncle Sammy was certain he had a legitimate ... – by Will Carleton | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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I. If you to me be cold, Or I be false to you, The world will go on, I think, Just as it used to do; The clouds will flirt with the moon, The sun will kiss the sea, The wind to the trees will whisper, And laugh at you... – by Will Carleton | 12 Views added 3 years ago
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There is a chillness in the air-- A coldness in the smile of day; And e'en the sunbeam's crimson glare Seems shaded with a tinge of... – by Will Carleton | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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In smoky lamplight of a Smyrna Cafe, He saw them, seven solemn negroes dancing, With faces rapt and out-thrust bellies prancing In a slow solemn ceremonial cakewalk, Dancing and prancing to the sombre tom-tom Thumped by a... – by Wilfred Wilson Gibson | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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In each black tile a mimic fire's aglow, And in the hearthlight old mahogany, Ripe with stored sunshine that in Mexico Poured like gold wine into the living tree Summer on summer through a century, Burns like a crater in the... – by Wilfred Wilson Gibson | 12 Views added 3 years ago
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Only the footprints of the partridge run Over the billowy drifts on the mountain-side; And now on level wings the brown birds glide Following the snowy curves, and in the sun Bright birds of gold above the stainless white They... – by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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After the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne, After the drums of time have rolled and ceased And from the bronze west long retreat is... – by Wilfred Owen | 93 Views added 3 years ago
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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells, ... – by Wilfred Edward Salter Owen | 19 Views added 3 years ago
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The pastor sits in his easy-chair, With the Bible upon his knee. From gold to purple the clouds in the west Are changing momently; The shadows lie in the valleys below, And hide in the curtain's fold; And the page grows dim... – by Washington Gladden | 9 Views added 3 years ago
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O Master, let me walk with thee In lowly paths of service free; Tell me thy secret; help me bear The strain of toil, the fret of care; Help me the slow of heart to move By some clear winning word of love; Teach me the wayward... – by Washington Gladden | 27 Views added 3 years ago
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In the bitter waves of woe, Beaten and tossed about By the sullen winds that blow From the desolate shores of... – by Washington Gladden | 48 Views added 3 years ago
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This day it was--Ah! years ago, Long years ago, when first we met; When first her voice thrill'd through my heart, Aeolian-sweet, thrill'd through my heart; And glances from her soft brown eyes, Like gleamings out of... – by Walter R. Cassels | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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The night is dark, and evermore The thick drops patter on the pane The wind is weary of the rain, And round the thatches moaneth sore; Dark is the night, and cold the air; And all the trees stand stark and bare, ... – by Walter R. Cassels | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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There was a man lived in the moon, lived in the moon, lived in the moon, There was a man lived in the moon, And his name was Aiken Drum, And he played upon a ladle, a ladle, a ladle, And he played upon a ladle, And his... – by Walter Crane | 13 Views added 3 years ago
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"Baa! Baa! Black sheep, have you any wool?" "Yes, marry, have I, three bags full; One for my master, and one for my dame, But none for the little boy that lives down the... – by Walter Crane | 219 Views added 3 years ago
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A... – by Walter Crane | 23 Views added 3 years ago
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Far, oh, far is the Mango island, Far, oh, far is the tropical sea, Palms a-slant and the hills a-smile, and A cannibal maiden a-waiting for... – by Wallace Irwin | 10 Views added 3 years ago
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When I was young and full o' pride, A-standin' on the grass And gazin' o'er the water-side, I seen a fisher lass. "O, fisher lass, be kind awhile," I asks 'er quite unbid. "Please look into me face... – by Wallace Irwin | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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Of all the wimming doubly blest The sailor's wife's the happiest, For all she does is stay to home And knit and darn, and let 'im... – by Wallace Irwin | 18 Views added 3 years ago
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When I am dead a few poor souls shall grieve As I grieved for my brother long ago. Scarce did my eyes grow dim, I had forgotten him; I was far-off hearing the spring winds blow, And many summers burned When, though... – by W. J. Turner | 31 Views added 3 years ago
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It was bright day and all the trees were still In the deep valley, and the dim Sun glowed; The clay in hard-baked fire along the hill Leapt through dark trunks to apples green and gold, Smooth, hard and cold, they shone like lamps of... – by W. J. Turner | 15 Views added 3 years ago
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I saw a frieze on whitest marble drawn Of boys who sought for shells along the shore, Their white feet shedding pallor in the sea, The shallow sea, the spring-time sea of green That faintly creamed against the cold, smooth... – by W. J. Turner | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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The rain came suddenly, and to the shore I paddled, and took refuge in the wood, And, leaning on my paddle, there I stood In mild contentment watching the downpour, Feeling as oft I have felt heretofore, Rooted in nature, that... – by W. M. MacKeracher | 188 Views added 3 years ago
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From shy expectancy to burgeoning, From burgeoning to ripeness and decline, The seasons run their various course and bring Again at last the sober days benign. And spring's pied garland, worn for Beauty's sake, And summer's... – by W. M. MacKeracher | 14 Views added 3 years ago
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The diameter of the bomb was thirty centimeters
and the diameter of its effective range about seven meters,
with four dead and eleven wounded.
And around these, in a larger circle
of pain and time, two hospitals are scattered
and one graveyard. But... – by Yehuda Amichai | 162 Views added 3 years ago
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After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose
And set out to find... – by Yehuda Amichai | 102 Views added 3 years ago
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A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about... – by Yehuda Amichai | 58 Views added 3 years ago
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Think not this paper comes with vain pretense
To move your pity, or to mourn th' offense.
Too well I know that hard obdurate heat;
No softening mercy there will take my part,
Nor can a woman's arguments prevail,
When even your patron's wise example... – by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu | 30 Views added 3 years ago
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An oilman possessed a parrot which used to amuse him with its agreeable prattle, and to watch his shop when he went out. One day, when the parrot was alone in the shop, a cat upset one of the oil-jars. When the oilman returned home he thought that... – by Jalal al-Din Rumi | 61 Views added 3 years ago
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A lion took a wolf and a fox with him on a hunting excursion, and succeeded in catching a wild ox, an ibex, and a hare. He then directed the wolf to divide the prey. The wolf proposed to award the ox to the lion, the ibex to himself, and the hare to... – by Jalal al-Din Rumi | 112 Views added 3 years ago
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I dwell alone—I dwell alone, alone,
Whilst full my river flows down to the sea, Gilded with flashing boats That bring no friend to me:
O love-songs, gurgling from a hundred throats, O love-pangs, let me... – by Christina Rossetti | 47 Views added 3 years ago
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In my Autumn garden I was fain To mourn among my scattered roses; Alas for that last rosebud which uncloses
To Autumn’s languid sun and rain
When all the world is on the wane! Which has not felt the sweet constraint of June, Nor... – by Christina Rossetti | 189 Views added 3 years ago
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Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome Has many sonnets: so here now shall be One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home, To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is... – by Christina Rossetti | 40 Views added 3 years ago
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Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished... – by Christina Rossetti | 44 Views added 3 years ago
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I do not look for love that is a dream— I only seek for courage to be still; To bear my grief with an unbending will,
And when I am a-weary not to seem.
Let the round world roll on; let the sun beam; Let the wind blow, and let the rivers... – by Christina Rossetti | 71 Views added 3 years ago
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By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair: But all night as the moon so changeth she; Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy
And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
By day she wooes me to the outer air, Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full... – by Christina Rossetti | 38 Views added 3 years ago
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Three sang of love together: one with lips Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow,
Flushed to the yellow hair and finger tips; And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show;
And one was blue with... – by Christina Rossetti | 29 Views added 3 years ago
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Many have sung of love a root of bane: While to my mind a root of balm it is, For love at length breeds love; sufficient bliss
For life and death and rising up again.
Surely when light of Heaven makes all things plain, Love will grow... – by Christina Rossetti | 30 Views added 3 years ago
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It's a year almost that I have not seen her:
Oh, last summer green things were greener,
Brambles fewer, the blue sky... – by Christina Rossetti | 103 Views added 3 years ago
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I tell my secret? No indeed, not I;
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,
And you're too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret's mine, and I won't... – by Christina Rossetti | 55 Views added 3 years ago
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Sleep, little Baby, sleep;
The holy Angels love thee,
And guard thy bed, and keep
A blessed watch above thee.
No spirit can come near
Nor evil beast to harm thee:
Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fear
Where nothing need alarm... – by Christina Rossetti | 35 Views added 3 years ago
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I loved you first: but afterwards your love,
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? My love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at... – by Christina Rossetti | 30 Views added 3 years ago
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I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull... – by Christina Rossetti | 538 Views added 3 years ago
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I dream of you, to wake: would that I might
Dream of you and not wake but slumber on;
Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone,
As, Summer ended, Summer birds take flight.
In happy dreams I hold you full in night.
I blush again who waking... – by Christina Rossetti | 88 Views added 3 years ago
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My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder... – by Christina Rossetti | 43 Views added 3 years ago
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In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter Long... – by Christina Rossetti | 79 Views added 3 years ago
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Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only... – by Christina Rossetti | 110 Views added 3 years ago
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I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree And wore them all that evening in my hair:
Then in due season when I went to see I found no apples... – by Christina Rossetti | 46 Views added 3 years ago
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O come you pious youth! adore The wisdom of thy God,
In bringing thee from distant shore, To learn His holy word.
II
Thou mightst been left behind Amidst a dark abode;
God's tender mercy still combin'd Thou hast the holy... – by Jupiter Hammon | 93 Views added 3 years ago
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Salvation comes by Christ alone, The only Son of God;
Redemption now to every one, That love his holy Word.
Dear Jesus, we would fly to Thee, And leave off every Sin,
Thy tender Mercy well agree; Salvation from our... – by Jupiter Hammon | 107 Views added 3 years ago
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O Ye young and thoughtless youth, Come seek the living God,
The scriptures are a sacred truth, Ye must believe the word. Eccle. xii.... – by Jupiter Hammon | 57 Views added 3 years ago
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Near this Spot
are deposited the Remains of one
who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferosity,
and all the virtues of Man without his Vices.
This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery
if inscribed over... – by George Gordon Byron | 109 Views added 3 years ago
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in... – by George Gordon Byron | 37 Views added 3 years ago
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I.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
... – by George Gordon Byron | 43 Views added 3 years ago
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Start not—nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull
From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never... – by George Gordon Byron | 13 Views added 3 years ago
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XXXIV... – by George Gordon Byron | 35 Views added 3 years ago
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I.
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea;
But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee!
... – by George Gordon Byron | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when... – by George Gordon Byron | 16 Views added 3 years ago
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. . . Unquenched, unquenchable,
Around, within, thy heart shall dwell;
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!
But first, on earth as vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native... – by George Gordon Byron | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came,... – by George Gordon Byron | 14 Views added 3 years ago
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If from great nature's or our own abyss Of thought we could but snatch a certainty,
Perhaps mankind might find the path they miss— But then 't would spoil much good philosophy.
One system eats another up, and this Much as old Saturn ate his... – by George Gordon Byron | 21 Views added 3 years ago
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I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a... – by George Gordon Byron | 19 Views added 3 years ago
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So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as... – by George Gordon Byron | 43 Views added 3 years ago
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When we two parted In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to... – by George Gordon Byron | 26 Views added 3 years ago
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Farewell, sweetheart, and again farewell;
To day we part, and who can tell If we shall e'er again
Meet, and with clasped hands
Renew our vows of love, and forget The sad, dull... – by Alice Dunbar-Nelson | 34 Views added 3 years ago
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God washes clean the souls and hearts of you,
His favored ones, whose backs bend o’er the soil,
Which grudging gives to them requite for toil
In sober graces and in vision true.
God places in your hands the pow’r to do
A service sweet. Your gift... – by Alice Dunbar-Nelson | 202 Views added 3 years ago
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Orange gleams athwart a crimson soul
Lambent flames; purple passion lurks
In your dusk eyes.
Red mouth; flower soft,
Your soul leaps up—and flashes
Star-like, white, flame-hot.
Curving arms, encircling a world of love,
You! Stirring the depths of... – by Alice Dunbar-Nelson | 30 Views added 3 years ago
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If I had known
Two years ago how drear this life should be,
And crowd upon itself all-strangely sad,
Mayhap another song would burst from out my lips,
Overflowing with the happiness of future hopes;
Mayhap another throb than that of joy.
Have... – by Alice Dunbar-Nelson | 36 Views added 3 years ago
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An idle lingerer on the wayside’s road,
He gathers up his work and yawns away;
A little longer, ere the tiresome load
Shall be reduced to ashes or to... – by Alice Dunbar-Nelson | 24 Views added 3 years ago
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O white little lights at Carney’s Point, You shine so clear o’er the Delaware;
When the moon rides high in the silver sky, Then you gleam, white gems on the Delaware.
Diamond circlet on a full white throat, You laugh your rays on a... – by Alice Dunbar-Nelson | 12 Views added 3 years ago
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I had no thought of violets of late,
The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
In wistful April days, when lovers mate
And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
The thought of violets meant florists’ shops,
And... – by Alice Dunbar-Nelson | 50 Views added 3 years ago
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I sit and sew—a useless task it seems,
My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams—
The panoply of war, the martial tred of men,
Grim-faced, stern-eyed, gazing beyond the ken
Of lesser souls, whose eyes have not seen Death
Nor learned to... – by Alice Dunbar-Nelson | 54 Views added 3 years ago
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There is tropical warmth and languorous life Where the roses lie In a tempting drift
Of pink and red and golden light
Untouched as yet by the pruning knife.
And the still, warm life of the roses fair That whisper... – by Alice Dunbar-Nelson | 137 Views added 3 years ago
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If you set out in this world,
better be born seven times.
Once, in a house on fire,
once, in a freezing flood,
once, in a wild madhouse,
once, in a field of ripe wheat,
once, in an empty cloister,
and once among pigs in sty.
Six babes crying, not... – by Attila József | 40 Views added 3 years ago
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If I had loved you, soon, ah, soon I had lost you.
Had I been kind you had kissed me and gone your faithless way.
The kiss that I would not give is the kiss that your lips are holding:
Now you are mine forever, because of all I have cost... – by Aline Murray Kilmer | 97 Views added 3 years ago
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I can never remake the thing I have destroyed; I brushed the golden dust from the moth’s bright wing,
I called down wind to shatter the cherry-blossoms, I did a terrible... – by Aline Murray Kilmer | 31 Views added 3 years ago
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As I lie in bed,
Flat on my back;
There passes across my ceiling
An endless panorama of things—
Quick steps of gay-voiced children,
Adolescence in its wondering silences,
Maid and man on moonlit summer’s eve,
Women in the holy glow of Motherhood,... – by Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr. | 35 Views added 3 years ago
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With your kind permission, your attention I will claim,
I am only just an Indian, it matters not my name,
But I represent my people, their cause and interest, too;
And in their name and honor, I present myself to you.
They have your sacred promise,... – by Richard Calmit Adams | 29 Views added 3 years ago
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When the waters were so mighty As to reach the mountains high,
And it seemed that all creation Surely then was doomed to die,
Came the turtle to our rescue, Brought us safely unto land,
For the Manitou had sent him; Now we’re... – by Richard Calmit Adams | 1,437 Views added 3 years ago
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Long, long ago, my people say, as their traditions tell,
They were a happy, powerful race, loved and respected well.
To them belonged the sacred charge, the synagogue to keep,
And every Autumn to the tribes, the Manitou’s praises speak.
And all... – by Richard Calmit Adams | 30 Views added 3 years ago
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The rising sun had crowned the hills, And added beauty to the plain;
O grand and wondrous spectacle! That only nature could... – by Olivia Ward Bush-Banks | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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I said a thoughtless word one day,
A loved one heard and went away;
I cried: “Forgive me, I was blind;
I would not wound or be unkind.”
I waited long, but all in vain,
To win my loved one back again.
Too late, alas! to weep and pray,
Death came; my... – by Olivia Ward Bush-Banks | 58 Views added 3 years ago
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Rise bravest chief! of the mark of the noble deer, With eagle glance, Resume thy lance,
And wield again thy warlike spear! The foes of thy line, With coward design,
Have... – by Jane Johnston Schoolcraft | 43 Views added 3 years ago
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At the break of Christmas Day, Through the frosty starlight ringing,
Faint and sweet and far away, Comes the sound of children, singing, Chanting, singing, “Cease to mourn, For Christ is born, Peace and joy to all men... – by Margaret Deland | 42 Views added 3 years ago
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Tell me, what is Exile’s light?
Is it candles burning bright,
Little candles in the night?
Exile’s light is this old man.
Ere the morning he began
Israel’s holy page to... – by Jessie E. Sampter | 73 Views added 3 years ago
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I saw a picture of a street, A Jewish street in Palestine,
Where Jewish families like to meet On Yom-tov, when the day is... – by Jessie E. Sampter | 93 Views added 3 years ago
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Blessed art thou, O God our Lord,
Who made us holy with his word,
And told us on this feast of light
To light one candle more each... – by Jessie E. Sampter | 71 Views added 3 years ago
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We are the People of the Book, The written page is our salvation;
This only from the wreck we took When conquerors crushed our... – by Jessie E. Sampter | 46 Views added 3 years ago
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Our year begins with burnished leaves, That flame in frost and rime,
With purple grapes and golden sheaves In harvest... – by Jessie E. Sampter | 18 Views added 3 years ago
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Judah Maccabee,
Give a sword to me Now, in youth!
By the candle’s light
Kindled here to-night,
Do I vow to fight For the... – by Jessie E. Sampter | 18 Views added 3 years ago
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It’s a far, far road from Egypt To our own, our happy land,
From the pyramids of Egypt Built beneath the tyrant’s hand;
Its road so strange and marvelous That few can... – by Jessie E. Sampter | 16 Views added 3 years ago
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Fairy-like on earth advancing,
All transforming, all entrancing,
Playing on their way and dancing, Soil-untarnished... – by Philip M. Raskin | 21 Views added 3 years ago
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Have you heard the linnet trilling, To discover did you try
What is hidden in her carol— Does she sing or does she... – by Philip M. Raskin | 122 Views added 3 years ago
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In my youth hope hired In my heart a tent;
Promised me a fortune, Never paid her... – by Philip M. Raskin | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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The Rabbi tells his old, old tale, The pupils seated round.
“…And thus, my boys, no holy oil In the Temple could be... – by Philip M. Raskin | 28 Views added 3 years ago
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I kindled my eight little candles, My Hanukkah candles, and lo!
Fair visions and dreams half-forgotten Were rising of years long... – by Philip M. Raskin | 9 Views added 3 years ago
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Patient she is—long-suffering, our Land; Wise with the strength of one whose soul is calm
Weights and considers, and would understand Ere it gives way to anger: fearing wrong
Of her own doing more than any planned Against her peace by... – by Florence Earle Coates | 19 Views added 3 years ago
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If they tell you that we hold Right and wrong are much the same: That with equal share of blame
The defender of the fold And the ravening wolf we name Don’t believe... – by Florence Earle Coates | 13 Views added 3 years ago
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Under our own flag, still we will sail her— Gallantly sail her, our own Ship of State;
Faiths we have lived by still shall avail her, Hope at her prow, wing’d, expectant,... – by Florence Earle Coates | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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“For what avail or plough, or sail, Or land, or life, if freedom... – by Florence Earle Coates | 10 Views added 3 years ago
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We have hung out the flags that we love best— The British, the French and our own;
Adoring we see them together, That never together were flown!
And we feel in the bond is a blessing For every grief to... – by Florence Earle Coates | 22 Views added 3 years ago
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Live thy life gallantly and undismayed:
Whatever harms may hide within the shade,
Be thou of fear, my spirit! more... – by Florence Earle Coates | 32 Views added 3 years ago
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Sorrow, quit me for a while! Wintry days are over;
Hope again, with April smile, Violets sows and clover.
Pleasure follows in her path, Love itself flies after,
And the brook a music hath Sweet as childhood’s... – by Florence Earle Coates | 25 Views added 3 years ago
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Further and further we leave the scene Of war—and of England’ s care;
I try to keep my mind serene— But my heart stays... – by Florence Earle Coates | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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Near where the royal victims fell
In days gone by, caught in the swell
Of a ruthless tide
Of human passion, deep and wide:
There where we two
A Nation’s later sorrow knew—
To-day, O friend! I stood
Amid a self-ruled multitude
That by nor sound nor... – by Florence Earle Coates | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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Better to die, where gallant men are dying, Than to live on with them that basely fly:
Better to fall, the soulless Fates defying,
Than unassailed to wander vainly, trying To turn one’s face from an accusing... – by Florence Earle Coates | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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Light o’ the lodge, how I love thee,
Light o’ the lodge, how I love thee, Mianza, my wild-wood fawn!
To wait and to watch for thy passing. On hill-top I linger at... – by Bertrand N. O. Walker | 12 Views added 3 years ago
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For ages long, my people have been Dwellers in this land;
For ages viewed these mountains, Loved these mesas and these sands,
That stretch afar and glisten, Glimmering in the sun
As it lights the mighty canons Ere the weary day... – by Bertrand N. O. Walker | 213 Views added 3 years ago
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We are marching, truly marching Can’t you hear the sound of feet?
We are fearing no impediment We have never known... – by Carrie Law Morgan Figgs | 142 Views added 3 years ago
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I cannot sing, because when a child, My mother often hushed me.
The others she allowed to sing, No matter what their... – by Edward Nathaniel Harleston | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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What kind of thoughts now, do you carry In your travels day by day
Are they bright and lofty visions, Or neglected, gone... – by Myra Viola Wilds | 37 Views added 3 years ago
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In mem'ry of your truly noble life; In mem'ry of the cause for which you fought;
In mem'ry of your fierce and bitter strife; In mem'ry of the lasting good you... – by Lucian B. Watkins | 29 Views added 3 years ago
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Bowed beneath the dead'ning weight of Woe,
Crawling 'neath the galling yoke of Owe: Obligation's hand Beats him with his wand,
And his restless bed his burden... – by Lucian B. Watkins | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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Out in the Night thou art the sun
Toward which thy soul-charmed children run, The faith-high height whereon they see The glory of their Day To Be—
The peace at last when all is... – by Lucian B. Watkins | 10 Views added 3 years ago
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When e'er I read these words, Dear Heart, of your sweet valentine,
I'm sure no heart can ever feel a sweeter joy than mine.
"Faithful!" no word can e'er express a truer, greater love—
No truer constancy than this have angels up... – by Lucian B. Watkins | 14 Views added 3 years ago
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Though forty-five long years, you say,
Have silvered o'er your head with gray,
Your friends rejoice, to-day, that you
Stand hale and hearty in your... – by Lucian B. Watkins | 38 Views added 3 years ago
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To you who now so nobly do A noble deed;
Who now instill the virtues true To virtuous need;
Whose mission is so truly good—
So full of kindly brotherhood—
Who live the life you surely should— A trusty... – by Lucian B. Watkins | 16 Views added 3 years ago
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O! my heart now feels so cheerful as I go with footsteps light In the daily toil of my dear home;
And I’ll tell to you the secret that now makes my life so bright— There’s a flower at my window in full... – by Lucian B. Watkins | 248 Views added 3 years ago
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I do not crave to have thee mine alone, dear Keeping thy charms within my jealous sight;
Go, give the world the blessing of thy beauty, That other hearts may share of my... – by Otto Leland Bohanan | 75 Views added 3 years ago
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The Dawn’s awake! A flash of smoldering flame and fire
Ignites the East. Then, higher, higher, O’er all the sky so gray, forlorn,
The torch of gold is... – by Otto Leland Bohanan | 93 Views added 3 years ago
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‘Tis a time for much rejoicing; Let each heart be lured away;
Let each tongue, its thanks be voicing For Emancipation Day.
Day of victory, day of glory,
For thee, many a field was... – by Priscilla Jane Thompson | 87 Views added 3 years ago
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Oh, a hidden power is in my breast, A power that none can fathom;
I call the tides from seas of rest,
They rise, they fall, at my behest;
And many a tardy fisher’s boat,
I’ve torn apart and set afloat, From out their raging... – by Priscilla Jane Thompson | 24 Views added 3 years ago
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Ask me why I love you, dear, And I will ask the rose
Why it loves the dews of Spring At the Winter’s close;
Why the blossoms’ nectared sweets Loved by questing bee,—
I will gladly answer you, If they answer... – by Walter Everette Hawkins | 127 Views added 3 years ago
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The poet sits and dreams and dreams;
He scans his verse; he probes his themes.
Then turns to stretch or stir about,
Lest, like his thoughts, his strength give out.
Then off to bed, for he must rise
And cord some wood, or tamp some... – by Raymond Garfield Dandridge | 9 Views added 3 years ago
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My goal out-distances the utmost star,
Yet is encompassed in my inmost Soul;
I am my goal—my quest, to know myself.
To chart and compass this unfathomed sea,
Myself must plumb the boundless universe.
My Soul contains all thought, all mystery, ... – by Carrie Williams Clifford | 150 Views added 3 years ago
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’Twas in the month of December, and in the year 1883,
That a monster whale came to Dundee,
Resolved for a few days to sport and play,
And devour the small fishes in the silvery... – by William McGonagall | 164 Views added 3 years ago
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Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long... – by William McGonagall | 133 Views added 3 years ago
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“On the forecastle, Ulf the Red Watched the lashing of the ships—
‘If the Serpent lie so far ahead, We shall have hard work of it here,’ Said he.” Longfellow’s “Saga of King... – by Henry Howard Brownell | 12 Views added 3 years ago
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Again the glory of the days! Once more the dreamy sunshine fills Noon after noon,—and all the hills
Lie soft and dim in autumn... – by Henry Howard Brownell | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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Reading, and reading—little is the gain
Long dwelling with the minds of dead men leaves
List rather to the melancholy rain,
Drop—dropping form the... – by Henry Howard Brownell | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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Unknown to you, I walk the cheerless shore. The cutting blast, the hurl of biting brine,
May freeze, and still, and bind the waves at war, Ere you will ever know, O! Heart of mine,
That I have sought, reflected in the blue Of these... – by E. Pauline Johnson | 148 Views added 3 years ago
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“All life is built from song” In youth’s young morn I sang;
And from a top-near hill The echo broke and rang.
The years with pinions swift To youth’s high noon made flight,
“All life is built from song” I sang amid the... – by Charles Bertram Johnson | 27 Views added 3 years ago
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I did not think... I did not know... What pale excuse is this I make
In answer to my brother’s woe,
Age-long, for deep injustice... – by Elizabeth Curtis Holman | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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