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A Parody Of Donec Gratus Eram In A dialogue Between M--- & His Wife

© Thomas Parnell

He. When first my Biddy love profest

My rapture ran so high

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"Into old rhyme"

© Lesbia Harford

Into old rhyme
The new words come but shyly.
Here's a brave man
Who sings of commerce dryly.

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Ursula

© Robert Fuller Murray

Upon the northern hill-top, looking down,
Like some sequestered saint upon the town,
Stands the great convent.

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Birds Sing I Love You, Love

© Augusta Davies Webster

Oh heart can hear heart's sense in senseless nought,
And heart that's sure of heart has little speech.
What shall it tell? The other knows its thought.
What shall one doubt or question or beseech
Who is assured and knows and, unbesought,
Possesses the dear trust that each gives each.

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Snow

© Madison Julius Cawein

The moon, like a round device
  On a shadowy shield of war,
  Hangs white in a heaven of ice
  With a solitary star.

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Who’ll Wear the Beaten Colours?

© Henry Lawson

WHO’LL WEAR the beaten colours—and cheer the beaten men?
Who’ll wear the beaten colours, till our time comes again?
Where sullen crowds are densest, and fickle as the sea,
Who’ll wear the beaten colours, and wear them home with me?

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The Example of Vertu : Cantos I.-VII.

© Stephen Hawes

Here begynneth the boke called the example of vertu.
The prologe.
Whan I aduert in my remembraunce
The famous draughtes of poetes eloquent

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The Hill Men

© William Henry Ogilvie

Mark you that group as it stands by the stell !-
Here is no ponderous pride,
Here is no swagger, no place for the swell,
But a handful of fellows who'11 ride
A fox to his death over upland and fell
Where a hundred good foxes have died.

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The Monitions of the Unseen

© Jean Ingelow

Now, in an ancient town, that had sunk low,-
Trade having drifted from it, while there stayed
Too many, that it erst had fed, behind,-
There walked a curate once, at early day.

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Memories

© John Greenleaf Whittier

A beautiful and happy girl,

With step as light as summer air,

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Lucretius

© Alfred Tennyson

Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found
Her master cold; for when the morning flush
Of passion and the first embrace had died
Between them, tho' he loved her none the less,

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The Duke Of Chow Tells Of His Soldiers

© Confucius

  To the hills of the East we went,
  And long had we there to remain.
  When the word of recall was sent,
  Thick and fast came the drizzling rain.

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Studies By The Sea

© Charlotte Turner Smith

AH ! wherefore do the incurious say,

That this stupendous ocean wide,

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To Poesy

© Alaric Alexander Watts

Poesy! thou sweet'st content

That e'er Heaven to mortals lent,

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The Scholar's Relapse

© William Shenstone

By the side of a grove, at the foot of a hill,
Where whisper'd the beech, and where murmur'd the rill,
I vow'd to the Muses my time and my care,
Since neither could win me the smiles of my fair.

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Akhtamar

© Hovhannes Toumanian

Beside the laughing lake of Van  
A little hamlet lies;  
Each night into the waves a man  
Leaps under darkened skies.  

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The Singer In The Prison

© Walt Whitman


O sight of pity, gloom, and dole!
O pardon me, a hapless Soul!

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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno

CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.

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The Weaver

© Anonymous

My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,

I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.

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Song 5

© Gaius Valerius Catullus

Let us live, my Lesbia, let us love,

and all the words of the old, and so moral,