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A Sleepless Night

© Alfred Austin

Within the hollow silence of the night

I lay awake and listened. I could hear

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All Fool’s Day

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

The Sun called a beautiful Beam, that was playing

At the door of his golden-wall'd palace on high;

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Anselmo

© James Whitcomb Riley

Years did I vainly seek the good Lord's grace--,

Prayed, fasted, and did penance dire and dread;

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A Few Short Years From Now

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Say, art thou angry? words unkind

  Have fallen upon thine ear,

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Autumn Song

© Frances Anne Kemble

The merriest time of all the year

  Is the time when the leaves begin to fall,

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An Evening Walk

© William Wordsworth

Addressed To A Young Lady

FAR from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove

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A Fine Sight

© Edgar Albert Guest

I reckon the finest sight of all

  That a man can see in this world of ours

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At The Last Watch

© Rabindranath Tagore

Suddenly I found you had left behind by mistake
Your gold-mounted ivory walking stick.
  If there were time, I thought,
  You might come back from the station to look for it,
  But not because
  You had not seen me before going away.

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A Fragment Of Simonides

© Henry James Pye

Danaë, with her infant Son Perseus, was exposed in a Vessel to the fury of the waves, by order of her Father Acrisius.


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A Song Of Painting: To General Cao Ba

© Du Fu

You, General Cao Ba,

  descendant of Cao Cao,

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A Woman's Complaint

© Anonymous

I know that deep within your heart of hearts
You hold me shrined apart from common things,
And that my step, my voice, can bring to you
A gladness that no other pleasure brings.

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A Little Bird I Am

© Louisa May Alcott

"A little bird I am,
  Shut from the fields of air,
  And in my cage I sit and sing
  To Him who placed me there:
  Well pleased a prisoner to be,
  Because, my God, it pleases Thee!

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Above The Vales

© Madison Julius Cawein

We went by ways of bygone days,
  Up mountain heights of story,
  Where lost in vague, historic haze,
  Tradition, crowned with battle-bays,
  Sat 'mid her ruins hoary.

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Accolon Of Gaul: Part I

© Madison Julius Cawein

  "Will love grow less when dead the roguish Spring,
  Who from gay eyes sowed violets whispering;
  Peach petals in wild cheeks, wan-wasted thro'
  Of withering grief, laid lovely 'neath the dew,
  Will love grow less?

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A Man Doesn't Have Time In His Life

© Yehuda Amichai

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 that.

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Absolutely Clear

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.

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An Heroic Epistle of Hudibras To His Lady

© Samuel Butler

I who was once as great as Caesar,

Am now reduc'd to Nebuchadnezzar;

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

For lo! the nations, the imperial nations
Of Europe, all imagine a vain thing,
Sitting thus blindly in their generations,
Serving an idol for their God and King.

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Autumn

© Samuel Johnson

Alas! with swift and silent pace,
Impatient time rolls on the year;
The Seasons change, and Nature's face
Now sweetly smiles, now frowns severe.

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A Girls' Grave

© Patrick Edward Quinn

What story is here of broken love,
  What idyllic sad romance,
What arrow fretted the silken dove
  That met with such grim mischance?