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In July

© Edward Dowden

WHY do I make no poems? Good my friend

Now is there silence through the summer woods,

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The Forest Sanctuary - Part II.

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

  Ave, sanctissima!
'Tis night-fall on the sea;
  Ora pro nobis!
Our souls rise to thee!

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Content

© John Cunningham

O'er moorlands and mountains, rude, barren, and bare,

As wilder'd and weary'd I roam,

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Waiting

© William Carlos Williams

When I am alone I am happy.

The air is cool. The sky is

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Arethusa

© John Jay Chapman

MY heart was emptied like a mountain pool

That sinks in earthquake to some pit below,

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SONNET. Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite

© Henry King

Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite
To taste the softer comforts of the night,
And bid'st me cool the feaver of my brain,
In those sweet balmy dewes which slumber pain;

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Don Juan: Canto The Sixth

© George Gordon Byron

'There is a tide in the affairs of men

Which,--taken at the flood,'--you know the rest,

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The Four Seasons : Autumn

© James Thomson

Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost

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The Shape Of The Fire

© Theodore Roethke


  What’s this? A dish for fat lips.
  Who says? A nameless stranger.
  Is he a bird or a tree? Not everyone can tell.

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Wind-Clouds And Star-Drifts

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Here am I, bound upon this pillared rock,
Prey to the vulture of a vast desire
That feeds upon my life. I burst my bands
And steal a moment's freedom from the beak,
The clinging talons and the shadowing plumes;
Then comes the false enchantress, with her song;

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The Old Vicarage, Grantchester

© Rupert Brooke



Just now the lilac is in bloom,

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Paradise Lost : Book IV.

© John Milton


O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw

The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud,

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The Progress Of Refinement. Part III.

© Henry James Pye

CONTENTS OF PART III. Introduction.—Comparison of ancient and modern Manners. —Peculiar softness of the latter.—Humanity in War.— Politeness.—Enquiry into the causes.—Purity of the Christian Religion.—Abolition of Slavery in Europe.— Remaining effects of Chivalry.—The behaviour of Edward the Black Prince, after the battle of Poitiers, contrasted with a Roman Triumph.—Tendency of firearms to abate the ferocity of war.—Duelling.—Society of Women.—Consequent prevalence of Love in poetical compositions. —Softness of the modern Drama.—Shakespear admired, but not imitated.—Sentimental Comedy.—Novels. —Diffusion of superficial knowledge.—Prevalence of Gaming in every state of mankind.—Peculiar effect of the universal influence of Cards on modern times.—Luxury.— Enquiry why it does not threaten Europe now, with the fatal consequences it brought on ancient Rome.—Indolence, and Gluttony, checked by the free intercourse with women.—Their dislike to effeminate men.—The frequent wars among the European Nations keep up a martial spirit.—Point of Honor.—Hereditary Nobility.—Peculiar situation of Britain.—Effects of Commerce when carried to excess.—Danger when money becomes the sole distinction. —Address to Men of ancient and noble families.— Address to the Ladies.—The Decline of their influence, a sure fore-runner of selfish Luxury.—Recapitulation and Conclusion.


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The Last Envoy

© Edith Nesbit

THIS wind, that through the silent woodland blows,
O'er rippling corn and dreaming pastures goes
  Straight to the garden where the heart of spring
Faints in the heart of summer's earliest rose.

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As On A Holiday

© Friedrich Hölderlin

  As on a holiday, when a farmer

  Goes out to look at his fields, in the morning,

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The Tree-Toad

© Madison Julius Cawein

I

Secluded, solitary on some underbough,

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Nauhaught, The Deacon

© John Greenleaf Whittier

NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon, who of old

Dwelt, poor but blameless, where his narrowing Cape

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Favorites of Pan

© Archibald Lampman

Once, long ago, before the gods
Had left this earth, by stream and forest glade,
Where the first plough upturned the clinging sods,
Or the lost shepherd strayed,

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Aurora Leigh: Book Two

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning


  I pulled the branches down
To choose from.

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A Roadway

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Let those who will stride on their barren roads

  And prick themselves to haste with self-made goads,