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A Hymn of The Sea

© William Cullen Bryant

The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways

His restless billows. Thou, whose hands have scooped

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The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius - Book II.

© James Beattie

I.
Of chance or change O let not man complain,
Else shall he never never cease to wail:
For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain

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"And Yet It Is A Gentle Art!"

© Franklin Pierce Adams

(Parody is a genre frowned upon by your professors
of literature... And yet it is a gentle art--
"The Point of View" in May _Scribner's_.)

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The Hunters Of Men

© John Greenleaf Whittier

HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,
Through cane-brake and forest, — the hunting of men?
The lords of our land to this hunting have gone,
As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn;

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Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister to Mr. C. Cotton

© Richard Lovelace

Virgins, if thus you dare but courage take
To follow her in life, else through this lake
Of Nature wade, and breake her earthly bars,
Y' are fixt with her upon a throne of stars,
Arched with a pure Heav'n chrystaline,
Where round you love and joy for ever shine.

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The Mood O’ The Earth

© Madison Julius Cawein

My heart is high, is high, my dear,
  And the warm wind sunnily blows;
  My heart is high with a mood that's cheer,
  And burns like a sun-blown rose.

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A Prize Poem

© Henry Timrod

A fairy ring

Drawn in the crimson of a battle-plain -

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Thoughts In A Wheat-Field

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

IN his wide fields walks the Master,
In his fair fields, ripe for harvest,
Where the evening sun shines slant-wise
On the rich ears heavy bending;

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Farmer Whipple--Bachelor

© James Whitcomb Riley

It's a mystery to see me--a man o' fifty-four,
Who's lived a cross old bachelor fer thirty year' and more--
A-lookin' glad and smilin'!  And they's none o' you can say
That you can guess the reason why I feel so good to-day!

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The Response To A Festal Ode

© Confucius

Heaven shields and sets thee fast.

  It round thee fair has cast

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To The Right Hon. Mr. Dodington

© Edward Young

  Balbutius, muffled in his sable cloak,
  Like an old Druid from his hollow oak,
  As ravens solemn, and as boding, cries,
  "Ten thousand worlds for the three unities!"
  Ye doctors sage, who through Parnassus teach,
  Or quit the tub, or practise what you preach.

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The Dominion.

© James Brunton Stephens

OH, fair Ideal, unto whom

Through days of doubt and nights of gloom

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Robin And Harry

© Jonathan Swift

Robin to beggars with a curse,
Throws the last shilling in his purse;
And when the coachman comes for pay,
The rogue must call another day.

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Hop, Skip And Jump: A Queer Trio Personified.

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

O! HOP is a sailor used up in the war,
With a single good leg to stand on;
And a face as dingy almost as the tar
He was wont to rest his hand on:

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Conquest Of Prejudice

© Charles Lamb

Unto a Yorkshire school was sent
 A negro youth to learn to write,
And the first day young Juba went
 All gazed on him as a rare sight.

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Poem

© Bert Leston Taylor

Time's the Master Critic,
  Only he can say
What, among these verses,
Good and bad and worse is --
  What will live for aye.

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Saul And David

© Richard Monckton Milnes

``An evil spirit lieth on our King!''
So went the wailful tale up Israel,
From Gilgal unto Gibeah; town and camp
Caught the sad fame that spread like pestilence,

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Fairy Days

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Beside the old hall-fire—upon my nurse's knee,
Of happy fairy days—what tales were told to me!
I thought the world was once—all peopled with princesses,
And my heart would beat to hear—their loves and their distresses:
And many a quiet night,—in slumber sweet and deep,
The pretty fairy people—would visit me in sleep.

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Death. A Dialogue

© Henry Vaughan

Soul.
'TIS a sad Land, that in one day
Hath dull'd thee thus ; when death shall freeze
Thy blood to ice, and thou must stay
Tenant for years, and centuries ;
How wilt thou brook't ?

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Tale; The Cobbler of Hagenau

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Outside his door, one afternoon,
This humble votary of the muse
Sat in the narrow strip of shade
By a projecting cornice made,
Mending the Burgomaster's shoes,
And singing a familiar tune:--