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Negro Spirituals

© Anonymous

Blow your trumpet, Gabriel.
Lord, how loud shall I blow it?
Blow it right calm and easy,
Do not alarm my people,  
Tell dem to come to judgment,
  In dat great gittin’-up Mornin’, etc.

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Echo And The Ferry

© Jean Ingelow

So Oliver went, but the cowslips were tall at my feet,
And all the white orchard with fast-falling blossom was litter'd;
And under and over the branches those little birds twitter'd,
While hanging head downwards they scolded because I was seven.
A pity. A very great pity. One should be eleven.

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Old Stone Chimney

© Henry Lawson

The rising  moon on the peaks was blending

  Her silver light with the sunset glow,

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The Appeal Of The Chorus

© Aristophanes

  But now for the gentle reproaches he bore
  On the part of his friends, for refraining before
  To embrace the profession, embarking for life
  In theatrical storms and poetical strife.

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To The Reader Of ‘University Notes’

© Robert Fuller Murray

Ah yes, we know what you're saying,
  As your eye glances over these Notes:
'What asses are these that are braying
  With flat and unmusical throats?

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The Going Of The Battery [Wive's Lament November 2nd 1899]

© Thomas Hardy

O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough -
Light in their loving as soldiers can be -
First to risk choosing them, leave alone losing them
Now, in far battle, beyond the South Sea! . . .

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By The Fireside : Resignation

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is no flock, however watched and tended,
  But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
  But has one vacant chair!

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‘We Fought for - South of the Walls

© Li Po

Died for - North of the Ramparts’(to an old tune)

 We fought for Mulberry Springs

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The Muses Threnodie: Seventh Muse

© Henry Adamson

To Moncrieff eastern, then to Wallace town,
To Fingask of Dundas; thence passing down
Unto the Rynd, as martial men we fare;—
What life man's heart could wish more void of care?
Passing the river Earn, on the other side,
Drilling our sojers, vulgars were afraid.

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Song Of Sardanapalus

© Hume Nisbet

I 
'WHAT am I? a God or Man?
Man is God when great and rich —
God is man when in the ditch.
Ho, there! servers, fill each can!

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The Horse Thief

© William Rose Benet

There he moved, cropping the grass at the purple canyon’s lip.
  His mane was mixed with the moonlight that silvered his snow-white side,
For the moon sailed out of a cloud with the wake of a spectral ship.
  I crouched and I crawled on my belly, my lariat coil looped wide.

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Constancy In Inconstancy

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

An Old Man’s Confession
SHE has a large still heart--this lady of mine,
(Not mine, i'faith! nor would I that she were
She walks this world of ours like Grecian nymph,

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Looking East

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

LITTLE white clouds, why are you flying
Over the sky so blue and cold?
Fair faint hopes, why are you lying
Over my heart like a white cloud's fold?

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Fairyland

© Anne Glenny Wilson

Do you remember that careless band,
Riding o'er meadow and wet sea-sand,
  One autumn day, in a mist of sunshine,
Joyously seeking for fairyland?

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Love Of The Country

© Robert Bloomfield

Welcome silence! welcome peace!

 O most welcome, holy shade!

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Great Men Have Been Among Us

© William Wordsworth

GREAT men have been among us; hands that penned
And tongues that uttered wisdom--better none:
The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington,
Young Vane, and others who called Milton friend.

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The Orange-Peel In The Gutter

© Mathilde Blind

BEHOLD, unto myself I said,

This place how dull and desolate,

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The Hasty Pudding

© Joel Barlow

A POEM IN THREE CANTOS