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Madam's Past History

© Langston Hughes

My name is Johnson--
Madam Alberta K.
The Madam stands for business.
I'm smart that way.

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The Loves of the Angels

© Thomas Moore

Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!

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Golyer

© John Hay

Ef the way a man lights out of this world
  Helps fix his heft for the other sp'ere,
I reckon my old friend Golyer's Ben
Will lay over lots of likelier men
For one thing he done down here.

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In Quest

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Have I not voyaged, friend beloved, with thee

On the great waters of the unsounded sea,

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Trust

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The same old baffling questions! O my friend,

I cannot answer them. In vain I send

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Success And Failure

© Edgar Albert Guest

I do not think all failure's undeserved,
And all success is merely someone's luck;
Some men are down because they were unnerved,
And some are up because they kept their pluck.
Some men are down because they chose to shirk;
Some men are high because they did their work.

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Childless

© Edgar Albert Guest

If certain folks that I know well

Should come to me their woes to tell

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The Sweet Hussy

© Thomas Hardy

In his early days he was quite surprised

When she told him she was compromised

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At Sea

© Ada Cambridge


 Not only in the sylvan bower,
 On dreaming hill, by sleeping mere,

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How Much Fortunatus Could Do With A Cap

© Guy Wetmore Carryl


  And The Moral is easily said:
  Like our hero, you're certain to find,
  When such a cap goes on a head,
  Retribution will follow behind!

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The Eighth Olympic Ode Of Pindar

© Henry James Pye

To Alcimedon, on his Olympic Victory; Timosthenes, on his Nemean Victory; and Melesias, their Preceptor. ARGUMENT. Though this is called an Olympic Ode, the Poet does not confine himself to Alcimedon, who won the Prize in those Games, but celebrates his Brother Timosthenes, for his success at Nemea, and Melesias, their Instructor. The Ode opens with an invocation to the place where the Games were held. Pindar then, after praising Timosthenes for his early victory in the Nemean Games, mentions Alcimedon, and extols him for his dexterity and strength, his beauty, and his country Ægina; which he celebrates for it's hospitality, and for it's being under the government of the Dorians after the death of Æacus; on whom he has a long digression, giving an account of his assisting the Gods in the building of Troy. Then returning to his subject, he mentions Melesias as skilled himself in the Athletic Exercises, and therefore proper to instruct others; and, enumerating his Triumphs, congratulates him on the success of his Pupil Alcimedon; which, he says, will not only give satisfaction to his living Relations, but will delight the Ghosts of those deceased. The Poet then concludes with a wish for the prosperity of him and his family.

STROPHE I.

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To Ben Jonson Upon Occasion Of His Ode Of Defiance Annexed

© Thomas Carew

'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand

  Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand

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The Day Is Coming

© William Morris

Come hither lads and hearken,
for a tale there is to tell,
Of the wonderful days a-coming, when all
shall be better than well.

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The Tempest

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Come, teasing wind, we will fly,

Seek our heart's desire, you and I;

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What Makes Summer?

© George MacDonald

Winter froze both brook and well;

Fast and fast the snowflakes fell;

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The Do’set Militia

© William Barnes

Hurrah! my lads, vor Do'set men!

  A-muster'd here in red ageän;

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To Dr. Sherlock, On His Practical Discourse Concerning Death

© Matthew Prior

Forgive the muse who, in unhallow'd strains,

The saint one moment from his God detains;

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Tale V

© George Crabbe

these,
All that on idle, ardent spirits seize;
Robbers at land and pirates on the main,
Enchanters foil'd, spells broken, giants slain;
Legends of love, with tales of halls and bowers,
Choice of rare songs, and garlands of choice

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An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife Who died and were buried together

© Richard Crashaw

TO these whom death again did wed

This grave 's the second marriage-bed.

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Wife To Husband

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Pardon the faults in me,
 For the love of years ago:
 Good-bye.
I must drift across the sea,
 I must sink into the snow,
 I must die.