Great poems

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Langemarck At Ypres

© William Wilfred Campbell

This is the ballad of Langemarck, 
  A story of glory and might; 
Of the vast Hun horde, and Canada’s part 
  In the great grim fight. 

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The King of our Republic

© Henry Lawson

He is coming! He is coming! He has heard our spirit call;
He’ll be greatest man since Cromwell in the English nations all,
And he’ll take his place amongst us while the rest are wondering—
Shall the King of our Republic, and the man we will call King.

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The Hill Men

© William Henry Ogilvie

Mark you that group as it stands by the stell !-
Here is no ponderous pride,
Here is no swagger, no place for the swell,
But a handful of fellows who'11 ride
A fox to his death over upland and fell
Where a hundred good foxes have died.

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The Wife Of Manoah To Her Husband

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Against the sunset's glowing wall
The city towers rise black and tall,
Where Zorah, on its rocky height,
Stands like an armed man in the light.

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Written After Spending A Day At West Point

© Frances Anne Kemble

Were they but dreams? Upon the darkening world

Evening comes down, the wings of fire are furled,

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The Monitions of the Unseen

© Jean Ingelow

Now, in an ancient town, that had sunk low,-
Trade having drifted from it, while there stayed
Too many, that it erst had fed, behind,-
There walked a curate once, at early day.

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The Two Swans

© Lesbia Harford

There's a big park just close to where we live —
Trees in a row
And shaggy grass whereon the dead leaves blow.
And in the middle round a great lagoon

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Lucretius

© Alfred Tennyson

Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found
Her master cold; for when the morning flush
Of passion and the first embrace had died
Between them, tho' he loved her none the less,

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Pictures

© John Greenleaf Whittier

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Light, warmth, and sprouting greenness, and o'er all

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Extraits

© Donald Justice

There is no way to ease the burden.
The voyage leads on from harm to harm,
A land of others and of silence.

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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno

CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.

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Sonnet On Affixing A Tablet To The Memory Of Captain Cook And Sir Joseph Banks Against The Rock Of T

© Barron Field

I have been musing what our Banks had said

And Cook, had they had second sight, that here

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A Legacy

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

No living atom comes at last to naught!
 Active in each is still the eternal Thought:
 Hold fast to Being if thou wouldst be blest.
 Being is without end; for changeless laws
 Bind that from which the All its glory draws
 Of living treasures endlessly possessed.

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To a Mountain

© Henry Kendall

To thee, O father of the stately peaks,

Above me in the loftier light - to thee,

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The Ballad of the Clampherdown

© Rudyard Kipling

It was our war-ship Clampherdown
Would sweep the Channel clean,
Wherefore she kept her hatches close
When the merry Channel chops arose,
To save the bleached marine.

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The Buried Flower

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

In the silence of my chamber,
 When the night is still and deep,
 And the drowsy heave of ocean
 Mutters in its charmed sleep,

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The Voyageur

© William Henry Drummond

Dere's somet'ing stirrin' ma blood tonight,

  On de night of de young new year,

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Lines On A Late Hospicious Ewent, By A Gebtleman Of The Footguards (Blue)

© William Makepeace Thackeray

I paced upon my beat
 With steady step and slow,
All huppandownd of Ranelagh Street:
 Ran'lagh St. Pimlico.

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The Colours Of Light

© Dorothea Mackellar

This is not easy to understand
For you that come from a distant land
Where all thecolours are low in pitch -
Deep purples, emeralds deep and rich,
Where autumn's flaming and summer's green -
Here is a beauty you have not seen.