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Tone's Grave

© Thomas Osborne Davis

In Bodenstown Churchyard there is a green grave,
And wildly along it the winter winds rave;
Small shelter, I ween, are the ruined walls there,
When the storm sweeps down on the plains of Kildare.

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Between the Wars

© Robert Hass

When I ran, it rained. Late in the afternoon—

midsummer, upstate New York, mornings I wrote,

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Metropolitan

© John Fuller

In cities there are tangerine briefcases on the down-platform 
and jet parkas on the up-platform; in the mother of cities 
there is equal anxiety at all terminals.
  West a business breast, North a morose jig, East a false 

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Caroline Chisholm

© Henry Kendall

THE PRIESTS and the Levites went forth, to feast at the courts of the Kings;
They were vain of their greatness and worth, and gladdened with glittering things;
They were fair in the favour of gold, and they walked on, with delicate feet,
Where, famished and faint with the cold, the women fell down in the street.

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Ghoul Care

© Ralph Hodgson

Sour fiend, go home and tell the Pit

For once you met your master, -

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To My Father's Business

© Kenneth Koch

Leo bends over his desk 

Gazing at a memorandum 

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Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Amidst these glorious works of Thine,
The solemn minarets of the pine,
And awful Shasta's icy shrine,--

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Rubber-Stamp Humour

© Franklin Pierce Adams

If couples mated but for love;

  If women all were perfect cooks;

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Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part III.

© Henry James Pye

  Arm'd in her cause, on Chalgrave's fatal plain,
  Where sorrowing Freedom mourns her Hambden slain,
  Say, shall the moralizing bard presume
  From his proud hearse to tear one warlike plume,
  Because a Cæsar or a Cromwell wore
  An impious wreath, wet with their country's gore?

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Tithonus

© Alfred Tennyson

 Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful
In silence, then before thine answer given
Departest, and thy tears are on my cheek.

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Delia I

© Samuel Daniel

Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty


Runs this poor river, charged with streams of zeal:

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Fragment III

© James Macpherson

I will sit by the stream of the plain.
Ye rocks! hang over my head. Hear
my voice, ye trees! as ye bend on the
shaggy hill. My voice shall preserve
the praise of him, the hope of the
isles.

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To One Of The Author's Children

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

THOU wak'st from happy sleep to play
 With bounding heart, my boy!
Before thee lies a long bright day
 Of summer and of joy.

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Elegy XXIV. He Takes Occasion, From the Fate of Eleanor of Bretagne

© William Shenstone

When Beauty mourns, by Fate's injurious doom,
Hid from the cheerful glance of human eye,
When Nature's pride inglorious waits the tomb,
Hard is that heart which checks the rising sigh.

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A Shopkeeper’s Story

© Richard Jones

I sell one bristle brushes. People
seeking two bristle brushes I send
to the guy on Amsterdam, who’s in a rush.

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May Day

© Sara Teasdale

The shining line of motors,
The swaying motor-bus,
The prancing dancing horses
Are passing by for us.

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For The Marriage of Faustus and Helen

© Hart Crane

 There is the world dimensional for
  those untwisted by the love of things
  irreconcilable ...

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Waverly

© Sir Walter Scott

Late, when the Autumn evening fell

On Mirkwood–Mere's romantic dell,

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Five Poems From “Helen: A Revision”

© Jack Spicer

Nothing is known about Helen but her voice
Strange glittering sparks
Lighting no fires but what is reechoed
Rechorded, set on the icy sea.

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The Death Of Conradin

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

No cloud to dim the splendour of the day
Which breaks o'er Naples and her lovely bay,
And lights that brilliant sea and magic shore
With every tint that charmed the great of yore-
The imperial ones of earth, who proudly bade
Their marble domes e'en Ocean's realm invade.