Car poems

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De Snowbird

© William Henry Drummond

O leetle bird dat's come to us w'en stormy win' she's blowin',
An' ev'ry fiel' an' mountain top is cover wit' de snow,
How far from home you're flyin', noboddy's never knowin'
For spen' wit' us de winter tam, mon cher petit oiseau!

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Young Bicham

© Andrew Lang

In London city was Bicham born,
He longd strange countries for to see,
But he was taen by a savage Moor,
Who handld him right cruely.

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The Daemon Of The World

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Nec tantum prodere vati,
Quantum scire licet. Venit aetas omnis in unam
Congeriem, miserumque premunt tot saecula pectus.

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The Devil Of Pope-Fig Island

© Jean de La Fontaine

ON t'other hand an island may be seen,
Where all are hated, cursed, and full of spleen.
We know them by the thinness of their face
Long sleep is quite excluded from their race.

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Queen Mab: Part III.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

'Fairy!' the Spirit said,

  And on the Queen of Spells

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The Lost Thrill

© James Whitcomb Riley

I grow so weary, someway, of all things

That love and loving have vouchsafed to me,

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Jack Roy

© Herman Melville

Kept up by relays of generations young

Never dies at halyards the blithe chorus sung;

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The Ruby-Crowned Kinglet

© Henry Van Dyke

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Where's your kingdom, little king?

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Minnie And Mattie

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Minnie and Mattie

And fat little May,

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The Hollyhocks

© Craven Langstroth Betts

SOME space beyond the garden close

  I sauntered down the shadowed lawn;

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The Brus Book XI

© John Barbour


[Criticism of the compact about Stirling Castle]

And quhen this connand thus wes mad

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The Two Painters: A Tale

© Washington Allston

 At which, with fix'd and fishy
The Strangers both express'd amaze.
Good Sir, said they, 'tis strange you dare
Such meanness of yourself declare.

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Truth And Falsehood

© James Russell Lowell

  Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
  In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
  Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,
  Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right,
  And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.

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"Behold! I am not one that goes to Lectures…"

© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch

  Behold! I am not one that goes to Lectures or the pow-wow of
  Professors.
  The elementary laws never apologise: neither do I apologise.
  I find letters from the Dean dropt on my table—and every one is

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The Rule Of Life Expanded

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

And people then will alter their mind.
If courage is gone-then all is gone!
'Twere better that thou hadst never been born.

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An Elegy Upon James Therburn, In Chatto

© James Thomson

Now, Chatto, you're a dreary place,
Pale sorrow broods on ilka face;
Therburn has run his race.
And now, and now, ah me, alas!
  The carl lies dead.

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The four Seasons of the Year.

© Anne Bradstreet

Spring.

Another four I've left yet to bring on,

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Edward

© Caroline Norton

HEAVY is my trembling heart, mine own love, my dearest,
Heavy as the hearts whose love is poured in vain;
All the bright day I watch till thou appearest,
All the long night I dream of thee again.

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The Sleep of Sigismund

© Jean Ingelow

The doom'd king pacing all night through the windy fallow.
'Let me alone, mine enemy, let me alone,'
Never a Christian bell that dire thick gloom to hallow,
Or guide him, shelterless, succourless, thrust from his own.

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In Praise Of Truth And Simplicity In Song

© Eugene Field

Oh, for the honest, blithesome times

  Of bosky Sherwood long ago,