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A Passage In The Moriae Encomium Of Erasmus. Imitated

© Matthew Prior

In awful pomp and melancholy state,

See settled Reason on the judgement-seat;

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An Imperial Elegy

© Wilfred Owen

Not one corner of a foreign field
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,
And the length thereof a thousand miles,

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A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - July

© George MacDonald

1.

ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!

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Arroyo Al on Worry

© Arthur Chapman

They'd make a rattlin' roundup, sure,

The troubles known to man,

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Amelioration and the Future, Man's Noble Tasks

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

'Tis in the great, the lovely, and the true;
 'Tis in the generous thought,
 Of all that man has wrought,
Of all that yet remains for man to do.

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A Duet

© Thomas Sturge Moore

'FLOWERS nodding gaily, scent in air,
Flowers posied, flowers for the hair,
Sleepy flowers, flowers bold to stare--'
  'O pick me some!'

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A Song Of Harvest

© John Greenleaf Whittier

This day, two hundred years ago,
The wild grape by the river's side,
And tasteless groundnut trailing low,
The table of the woods supplied.

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A Love Song From The North

© Sarojini Naidu

Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha,
Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha,
Dreams of delight that are gone,
When swift to my side came the feet of my lover

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All Things will Die

© Alfred Tennyson

 Over the sky.
One after another the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating

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An Old Cracked Tune

© Stanley Kunitz

My name is Solomon Levi,
the desert is my home,
my mother's breast was thorny,
and father I had none.

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After Waterloo

© Robert Fuller Murray

On the field of Waterloo we made Napoleon rue
That ever out of Elba he decided for to come,
For we finished him that day, and he had to run away,
And yield himself to Maitland on the Billy-ruffium.

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A Scrap of Paper

© Henry Van Dyke

"Will you go to war just for a scrap of paper?" - Question
of the German Chancellor to the British Ambassador,
August 5, 1914.

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A Ballad Of Sweethearts

© Madison Julius Cawein

How _can_ my heart of my hand dispose?
  When Ruth and Clara, and Kate and May,
In form and feature no flaw disclose--
  But who is the fairest it's hard to say.

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All For Herself; Shakey

© Eli Siegel

Darkly, between two worlds,
Darkly, impeded;
What it might joy at
Not seen as needed.

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At The Hacienda

© Francis Bret Harte

Know I not whom thou mayst be

  Carved upon this olive-tree,--

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A Dubious "Old Kriss"

© James Whitcomb Riley

Us-folks is purty _pore_--but Ma
  She's waitin'--two years more--tel Pa
  He serve his term out. Our Pa he--
  _He's in the Penitenchurrie_!

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A thought went up my mind to-day

© Emily Dickinson

A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, — some way back,
I could not fix the year,

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An Extraordinary Adventure Which Happened To Me, Vladimir Mayakovsky, One Summer In The Country

© Vladimir Mayakovsky

A hundred suns the sunset fired,
into July summer shunted,
it was so hot,
even heat perspired-

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A precious Mouldering

© Emily Dickinson

A precious — mouldering pleasure — 'tis —
To meet an Antique Book —
In just the Dress his Century wore —
A privilege — I think —

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Anhelli - Chapter 6

© Juliusz Slowacki

For he knew not at all that there was a new generation in Poland,
and new knights and new martyrs ;
and he did not wish to know of it, being a man of the past.