Great poems

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Decius Brutus, On The Coast Of Portugal

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Never did Day, her heat and trouble o'er,
Proclaim herself more blest,
Than when, beside that Lusitanian shore,
She wooed herself to rest:

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Written At Paris, 1700. In The Beginning Of Robe's Geography

© Matthew Prior

Then as thou wilt dispose the rest
(And let not Fortune spoil the jest)
To those who at the market-rate
Can barter honour for estate.

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Purpose

© Edgar Albert Guest

Not for the sake of the gold,
Not for the sake of the fame,
Not for the prize would I hold
Any ambition or aim:
I would be brave and be true
Just for the good I can do.

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Myrtilla

© Washington Allston

"Ah me! how sad," Myrtilla cried,
 "To waste alone my years!"
While o'er a streamlet's flow'ry side
She pensive hung, and watch'd the tide
 That dimpled with her tears.

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Auri Sacra Fames

© George Essex Evans

Gone are the mists of old in the light of the larger day!
Gone is the foolish hope, the trust in a Power above!
Science has swept the heavens and brushed religion away!
What need we hope or fear? Warfare is clothed like Love!
Priestcraft is but a trade—souls can be bought and sold!
Why should we seek for a god—now that our god is Gold?

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The Dead Beggar

© Charlotte Turner Smith

AN ELEGY.
Addressed to a Lady, who was affected at seeing the
Funeral of a nameless Pauper, buried at the ex-
pense of the Parish, in the Church-Yard at Bright-

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Shine, Republic

© Robinson Jeffers

The quality of these trees, green height; of the sky, shining, of
water, a clear flow; of the rock, hardness
And reticence: each is noble in its quality. The love of freedom
has been the quality of Western man.

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Swimming

© Mao Zedong

I have just drunk the waters of Changsha

And come to eat the fish of Wuchang.

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The Dude Center

© Arthur Chapman

We used to run a cow-ranch,

  In all that old term meant,

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The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto X.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

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  ‘At Church, in twelve hours more, we meet!
  ‘This, Dearest, is our last farewell.’
  ‘Oh, Felix, do you love me?’ ‘Sweet,
  ‘Why do you ask?’ ‘I cannot tell.’

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A Great Lady

© Carolyn Wells

This is the Queen of Nonsense Land,
She wears her bonnet on her hand;
She carpets her ceilings and frescos her floors,
She eats on her windows and sleeps on her doors.
Oh, ho! Oh, ho! to think there could be
A lady so silly-down-dilly as she!

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An Ode, Written October, 1819, Before The Spaniards Had Recovered Their Liberty

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Arise, arise, arise!
There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread;
Be your wounds like eyes
To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead.

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The Banks Of Wye - Book IV

© Robert Bloomfield

Here ivy'd fragments, lowering, throw
Broad shadows on the poor below,
Who, while they rest, and when they die,
Sleep on the rock-built shores of WYE.

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Jealousy

© Rupert Brooke

When I see you, who were so wise and cool,

Gazing with silly sickness on that fool

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The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie

© Edmund Spenser

Februarie: Ægloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.
CVDDIE.
AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,
These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?

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The Man Forsworn

© William Watson

Who draws to-day the unrighteous sword?
  Behold him stand, the Man Forsworn,
The warrior of the faithless word,
  The pledge disowned, the covenant torn,
Who prates of honour, truth, and trust,
Ere he profanes them in the dust.

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Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking

© Walt Whitman

 Shine! shine! shine!
 Pour down your warmth, great sun!
 While we bask, we two together.

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The Rape Of The Mist

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

High o'er the clouds a Sunbeam shone,
And far down under him,
With a subtle grace that was all her own,
The Mist gleamed, fair and dim.

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Lyrics Of Love And Sorrow

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

  Love is the light of the world, my dear,
  Heigho, but the world is gloomy;
  The light has failed and the lamp down hurled,
  Leaves only darkness to me.

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To A.J. Scott, May, 1857

© George MacDonald

When, long ago, the daring of my youth
Drew nigh thy greatness with a little thing,
Thou didst receive me; and thy sky of truth