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At Malvern

© William Lisle Bowles

I shall behold far off thy towering crest,

  Proud mountain! from thy heights as slow I stray

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A Christmas Letter From Australia

© Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen

’T IS Christmas, and the North wind blows; ’t was two years yesterday  

Since from the Lusitania’s bows I looked o’er Table Bay,  

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Auf Weidersehen

© James Russell Lowell

The little gate was reached at last,
  Half hid in lilacs down the lane;
She pushed it wide, and, as she past,
A wistful look she backward cast,
  And said,--'_Auf wiedersehen!_'

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A Ballad That We Do Not Perish

© Zbigniew Herbert

Those who sailed at dawn
but will never return
left their trace on a wave-

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A Silly Song

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

"O HEART, my heart!" she said, and heard
His mate the blackbird calling,
While through the sheen of the garden green
May rain was softly falling,--
Aye softly, softly falling.

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An April Morning

© Bliss William Carman

ONCE more in misted April
The world is growing green.
Along the winding river
The plumey willows lean.

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Apostrophe

© Charlotte Turner Smith

TO AN OLD TREE.
WHERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North,
Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth,
Lo! Vegetation's guardian hands emboss

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A Fly Caught In A Cobweb

© Richard Lovelace

Small type of great ones, that do hum
Within this whole world's narrow room,
That with a busie hollow noise
Catch at the people's vainer voice,

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A Song Of Other days

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

As o'er the glacier's frozen sheet

Breathes soft the Alpine rose,

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Aften

© Jeppe Aakjaer

Stille, Hjærte, Sol gaar ned,  

Sol gaar ned paa Heden,  

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AN ELEGY Upon the most victorious King of Sweden Gustavus Adolphus

© Henry King

---O Famâ ingens ingentior armis
Rex Gustave, quibus Cœlo te laudibus æquem?
Virgil. Æneid. lib. 2.

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April

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

The lovers that disbelieve,
  False rumours shall grieve
And evil-speaking shall part.

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A Wreath Of Sonnets (9/14)

© France Preseren

They were all fed on many a plaint and tear
The humble blooms on my Parnassus grown;
My tears of love flowed not for you alone,
But also for the land I hold so dear.

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A Threnody

© Madison Julius Cawein

  The rainy smell of a ferny dell,
  Whose shadow no sunray flaws,
  When Autumn sits in the wayside weeds
  Telling her beads
  Of haws.

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A Roundhead's Rallying Song

© Alfred Noyes

  How beautiful is the battle,
  How splendid are the spears,
  When our banner is the sky
  And our watchword  Liberty,
  And our kingdom lifted high above the years.

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American Boys, Hello!

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French

As along through France we go.

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An Object

© Ezra Pound

This thing, that hath a code and not a core,
Hath set acquaintance where might be affections,
And nothing now
Disturbeth his reflections.

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A Warning: to Aurelius

© Gaius Valerius Catullus

I commend myself and my love to you,

Aurelius. I ask for modest indulgence,

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Alliterativism

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

See the flying French depart
Like the bees of Bonaparte,
Swarming up with a most venomous vitality.
Over Baden and Bavaria,
And Brighton and Bulgaria,
Thus violating Belgian neutrality.

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An meine Kinder

© Friederike Brun

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