Future poems

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The Dance Of The Seven Sins

© Arthur Symons

THE STAGE-MANAGER
It is. Each morning that decays
To midnight ends the world as well,
For the world's day, as that farewell
When, at the ultimate judgment-Stroke,
Heaven too shall vanish in pale smoke.

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Vision Of Columbus - Book 9

© Joel Barlow

Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,

Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.

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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 7

© Publius Vergilius Maro

AND thou, O matron of immortal fame,  

Here dying, to the shore hast left thy name;  

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O’Grady’s Little Girl

© Alice Guerin Crist

Her hair was dark and curly, floatin’ to the saddle bow,
Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was sweet and low;
When I was one-and-twenty, sure my heart was in a whirl,
Ridin’ neath the blossomed gum-trees with O’Grady’s little girl.

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Blessings On Children

© William Gilmore Simms

Blessings on the blessing children, sweetest gifts of Heaven to earth,

Filling all the heart with gladness, filling all the house with mirth;

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To John Milton

© John Clare

Poet of mighty power, I fain
Would court the muse that honoured thee,
And, like Elisha's spirit, gain
  A part of thy intensity;
And share the mantle which she flung
Around thee, when thy lyre was strung.

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Love Song

© Aldous Huxley

  A happy infant, daubed to the eyes in juice
  Of peaches that flush bloody at the core,
  Naked you bask upon a south-sea shore,
  While o'er your tumbling bosom the hair floats loose.

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To S.M. a Young African Painter

© Phillis Wheatley

To show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent,

And thought in living characters to paint,

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The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VIII.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

V The Praise of Love
  Spirit of Knowledge, grant me this:
  A simple heart and subtle wit
  To praise the thing whose praise it is
  That all which can be praised is it.

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The Call

© George Meredith

Under what spell are we debased
By fears for our inviolate Isle,
Whose record is of dangers faced
And flung to heel with even smile?
Is it a vaster force, a subtler guile?

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Daniel. A Sacred Drama

© Hannah More

Persons of the Drama.
Darius, King of Media and Babylon.
Pharnaces, Courtier, Enemy to Daniel.
Soranus,  dido.
Araspes, A Young Median Lord, Friend and Convert to Daniel
Daniel.

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On Observing Some Names Of Little Note Recorded In The Biographia Britannica

© William Cowper

Oh fond attempt to give a deathless lot,

To names ignoble, born to be forgot!

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Sonnets LXXIV: LXXV:LXXVI: Old and New Art

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER

Give honour unto Luke Evangelist;

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The Vote of Thanks Debate

© Henry Lawson

THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.

I couldn’t chuck a chuckle at the foolery of Twain;

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Alain’s Choice

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

By the side of a silvery streamlet,

  That flowed through meadows green,

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The Old Player

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loud

The galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed.

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Custer: Book First

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I

All valor died not on the plains of Troy.

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On A Distant View Of The Village And School Of The Harrow Hill

© George Gordon Byron

Oh! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos.~Virgil
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection
  Embitters the present, compar'd with the past;
Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,
  And friendships were form'd, too romantic to last;

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Her Last Letter: Being a Reply to 'His Answer'

© Francis Bret Harte

June 4th!  Do you know what that date means?

  June 4th!  By this air and these pines!