Great poems

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A Story Of Doom: Book VI.

© Jean Ingelow

  "Now to-day
One cometh, yea, an harmless man, a fool,
Who boasts he hath a message from our God,
And lest that you, for bravery of heart
And stoutness, being angered with his prate,
Should lift a hand, and kill him, I am here."

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the shakes

© Rg Gregory

now pay attention
(said the teacher)
and look up here

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A Frog's Fate

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Contemptuous of his home beyond
The village and the village-pond,
A large-souled Frog who spurned each byway
Hopped along the imperial highway.

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Sonnett - VII

© James Russell Lowell

I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap

From being's sea, like the isle-seeming Kraken,

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the feminine touch

© Rg Gregory

she came on a fine cool morning
the last of a course i was attending
as we crowded the pavement
waiting to be let in – hello she said

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A Little Boy Lost

© William Blake

"Nought loves another as itself,
  Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
  A greater than itself to know.

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Epode

© Benjamin Jonson

Not to know vice at all, and keep true state,

  Is virtue and not fate:

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bone-fable

© Rg Gregory

when the night came
there was no moon
no light to catch the frost

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Of Wit

© Abraham Cowley

TELL me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit,

  Thou who Master art of it.

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On Dr. Brown's Death

© Thomas Parnell

I.

Alas will nothing do,

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Out Of Doors

© Edgar Albert Guest

The kids are out-of-doors once more;

  The heavy leggins that they wore,

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A Make-Believe

© George MacDonald

No more! no more! I must stop this play,
Be a boy again, and kneel down and pray
To the God of sparrows and rabbits and men,
Who never lets any one out of his ken-
It must be so, though it be bewild'ring-
To save his dear beasts from his cruel children!

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owls and pussy cats and seven-year -old boys

© Rg Gregory

owls and pussy cats can make up their minds
to sail out to sea and even get married
but they don't have parents or other such binds
whose one job in life is to see that they're harried

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The Exile's Choice

© Victor Marie Hugo

Since justice slumbers in the abysm,
Since the crime's crowned with despotism,
  Since all most upright souls are smitten,
Since proudest souls are bowed for shame,
Since on the walls in lines of flame
  My country's dark dishonour's written;

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from imperfect Eden

© Rg Gregory

(1)
and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant)
burly men packed in round solid tables
but what the helle (drowned in hellespont)

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from the Ansty Experience

© Rg Gregory

(a)
they seek to celebrate the word
not to bring their knives out on a poem
dissecting it to find a heart

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from Proverbs of Hell

© Rg Gregory

isn’t that what things with the palsy
are supposed to do – lovely lake
give the world the miracle it waits for
what a laugh that would be

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from crossing the line

© Rg Gregory

there was a great man
so great he couldn't be criticised in the light
who died
and for a whole week people turned up their collars over their ears
and wept with great gossiping

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Orlando Furioso Canto 23

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Astolpho soars in air. Upon account

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St. Stephens Day

© John Keble

As rays around the source of light

Stream upward ere he glow in sight,