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The Miracle

© Virna Sheard

Up from the templed city of the Jews,
  The road ran straight and white
To Jericho, the City of the Palms,
  The City of Delight.

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The Khan's Devil

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The Khan came from Bokhara town

To Hamza, santon of renown.

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Elegy On Newstead Abbey

© George Gordon Byron

No mail-clad serfs, obedient to their lord,
  In grim array the crimson cross demand;
Or gay assemble round the festive board
  Their chief's retainers, an immortal band:

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Vera

© Henry Van Dyke

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A silent world,—yet full of vital joy

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The Scots Apostasie

© John Cleveland



  Is't come to this? What shall the cheeks of fame

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Eclogue

© John Donne

ALLOPHANES  FINDING  IDIOS  IN  THE  COUNTRY  IN
  CHRISTMAS TIME,  REPREHENDS  HIS  ABSENCE
  FROM COURT, AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL
  OF  SOMERSET ;  IDIOS  GIVES AN ACCOUNT OF
  HIS  PURPOSE  THEREIN,  AND  OF HIS  ACTIONS
  THERE.

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The Wish.

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Should some great angel say to me tomorrow,

"Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start,

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Night

© Charles Churchill

AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD.

  Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.

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The Song Of Hiawatha XXII: Hiawatha's Departure

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O'er the water floating, flying,
Something in the hazy distance,
Something in the mists of morning,
Loomed and lifted from the water,
Now seemed floating, now seemed flying,
Coming nearer, nearer, nearer.

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Phrenology

© William Schwenck Gilbert

"COME, collar this bad man -
Around the throat he knotted me
Till I to choke began -
In point of fact, garotted me!"

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The National Paintings

© Joseph Rodman Drake

Awake,ye forms of verse divine!

  Painting! descend on canvas wing,—

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A Letter from a Candidate for the Presidency

© James Russell Lowell

Dear Sir-You wish to know my notions

On sartin pints thet rile the land;

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To Victor Hugo

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

  IN the fair days when God

  By man as godlike trod,

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Son Davie! Son Davie!

© Andrew Lang

"What bluid's that on thy coat lap?
Son Davie!  Son Davie!
What bluid's that on thy coat lap?
And the truth come tell to me, O."

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Elegy Of Lincoln

© Joseph Furphy

Lincoln is gone — who ruled the Western Land
From the Pacific to the Atlantic's brim —
And cold and nerveless lies the mighty hand
That struck the fetters from the negro's limb.

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I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill

© John Keats

I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, 
The air was cooling, and so very still, 
That the sweet buds which with a modest pride 
Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, 

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Quatrains Of Life

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

What has my youth been that I love it thus,
Sad youth, to all but one grown tedious,
Stale as the news which last week wearied us,
Or a tired actor's tale told to an empty house?

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The Torrent

© Mathilde Blind

OH torrent, roaring in thy giant fall,

  And thund'ring grandly o'er th' opposing blocks,

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Art

© Alfred Noyes

  Yes! Beauty still rebels!
  Our dreams like clouds disperse:
  She dwells
  In agate, marble, verse.