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Confessio Amantis. Prologus

© John Gower

Torpor, ebes sensus, scola parua labor minimusque
  Causant quo minimus ipse minora canam:
Qua tamen Engisti lingua canit Insula Bruti
  Anglica Carmente metra iuuante loquar.
Ossibus ergo carens que conterit ossa loquelis
  Absit, et interpres stet procul oro malus.

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A Good Name

© Edgar Albert Guest

Men talk too much of gold and fame,

And not enough about a name;

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Wake Nicodemus!

© Henry Clay Work

The "Good Time Coming" is almost here!
 It was long, long, long on the way!
Now run and tell Elijah to hurry up Pump,
And meet me at the gumtree in the swamp
 To wake Nicodemus today.

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Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh

© Ovid

  The End of the Eleventh Book.


 Translated into English verse under the direction of
 Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
 William Congreve and other eminent hands

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What A Sick Woman Does

© Edgar Albert Guest

ACONVALESCIN' woman does the strangest sort o' things,

An' it's wonderful the courage that a little new strength brings;

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The Deserter

© Boris Vian

Mr. President
I'm writing you a letter
that perhaps you will read
If you have the time.

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The Mole Part Two

© Wilhelm Busch


Doch immerhin und einerlei!
Ein Flintenschuß  ist schnell vorbei.

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Drought

© Francis William Bourdillon

For rain, for rain the parched lands cry,
Reproachful to the cloudless sky.
The hot white fields in light are blinking,
The rivers in their beds are shrinking.

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The Comedian As The Letter C: 05 - A Nice Shady Home

© Wallace Stevens

Crispin as hermit, pure and capable,

Dwelt in the land. Perhaps if discontent

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Brother Of All, With Generous Hand

© Walt Whitman

Brother of all, with generous hand,
Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul,
A thought to launch in memory of thee,
A burial verse for thee.

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The Bride Of The Nile - Act II

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Belkís. I cannot do these sums
So long before the date. In the meanwhile talk to me.
I want to be amused. Life will go drearily
If we are to be like this. Let us play at something--chess,
Or draughts, or dominoes. Ask me a thing to guess--
An intellectual game.

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To the Queen at Oxford

© Henry King

Great Lady! That thus quite against our use,
We speak your welcome by an English Muse,
And in a vulgar tongue our zeales contrive,
Is to confess your large prerogative,

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Swift's Pastoral

© Padraic Colum

ESTHER
I know the answer: 'tis ingenious.
I'm tired of your riddles, Doctor Swift.

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Kittie’s Toys

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

And Johnny beats the wee ones, the small ones, the weak ones,
He takes their playthings from them in the name of liberty.
When Johnny gets a whacking, a whacking, a whacking,
When Johnny gets a whacking, I think he'll let me be,
And I shall have my penny, my penny, my penny,
And I shall buy a bright flag to wave in victory.

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On Planting A Tree At Inveraray

© James Russell Lowell

Who does his duty is a question
  Too complex to be solved by me,
But he, I venture the suggestion,
  Does part of his that plants a tree.

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The Borough. Letter II: The Church

© George Crabbe

"WHAT is a Church?"--Let Truth and Reason speak,

They would reply, "The faithful, pure, and meek;

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The Stockmen of Australia

© Anonymous

The stockmen of Australia, what rowdy boys are they,
They will curse and swear a hurricane if you come in their way.
They dash along the forest on black, bay, brown, or grey,
And the stockmen of Australia, hard-riding boys are they.

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Ode

© Benjamin Jonson

To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir Lucius

Cary and Sir Henry Morison.