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Conquest Of Prejudice

© Charles Lamb

Unto a Yorkshire school was sent
 A negro youth to learn to write,
And the first day young Juba went
 All gazed on him as a rare sight.

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Vae Victis

© Sir Henry Newbolt

Beside the placid sea that mirrored her

  With the old glory of dawn that cannot die,

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The Melbourne International Exhibition A. D. 1880

© Mary Hannay Foott

And thou who once wast Pharaoh's, and thou whose palm-thatched kraals
For centuries made marvel of bold De Gama’s sails,
And all that dwell betwixt you, whate’er your race and name,
Who seek our shores in kindness, we thank you that you came.

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To Charles Lloyd

© Charles Lamb

A stranger, and alone, I past those scenes

We past so late together; and my heart

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Courtesy

© Hilaire Belloc

Of Courtesy, it is much less
Than Courage of Heart or Holiness,
Yet in my Walks it seems to me
That the Grace of God is in Courtesy.

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Saul And David

© Richard Monckton Milnes

``An evil spirit lieth on our King!''
So went the wailful tale up Israel,
From Gilgal unto Gibeah; town and camp
Caught the sad fame that spread like pestilence,

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What The Hyena Said

© Vachel Lindsay

The moon is but a golden skull,
She mounts the heavens now,
And Moon-Worms, mighty Moon-Worms
Are wreathed around her brow.

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The Grand Consulation

© George Canning

If the health and the strength, and the pure vital breath
Of old England, at last must be doctor'd to death,
Oh! why must we die of one doctor alone?
And why must that doctor be just such a one
 As Doctor Henry Addington?

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Daily, Daily, Sing The Praises

© Sabine Baring-Gould

Daily, daily, sing the praises
Of the city God hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden
Its foundation stones are laid.

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Tale; The Cobbler of Hagenau

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Outside his door, one afternoon,
This humble votary of the muse
Sat in the narrow strip of shade
By a projecting cornice made,
Mending the Burgomaster's shoes,
And singing a familiar tune:--

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The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.—20th February 1437

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I Catherine am a Douglas born,

A name to all Scots dear;

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Ode II: To Sleep

© Mark Akenside

I.

Thou silent power, whose welcome sway

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An Oriental Apologue

© James Russell Lowell

Somewhere in India, upon a time,

(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,)

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Upon The Sudden Restraint Of The Earl Of Somerset, Then Falling From Favour

© Sir Henry Wotton

Dazled thus with height of place,
Whilst our Hopes our wits Beguile,
No man marks the narrow space
'Twixt a Prison and a Smile.

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Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore

© Louise Imogen Guiney

THERE in his room, whene’er the moon looks in,

And silvers now a shell, and now a fin,

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On A Pen

© Jonathan Swift

In youth exalted high in air,
Or bathing in the waters fair,
Nature to form me took delight,
And clad my body all in white.

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The End Of The Chapter

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Ah, yes, the chapter ends to-day;
  We even lay the book away;
  But oh, how sweet the moments sped
  Before the final page was read!

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My Two Geniuses

© George MacDonald

I.

One is a slow and melancholy maid;

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My Love Annie

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

SOFT of voice and light of hand
As the fairest in the land--
Who can rightly understand
My love Annie?

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The Flight of Youth

© William Watson

Youth! ere thou be flown away.
Surely one last boon to-day
 Thou'lt bestow-
One last light of rapture give,
Rich and lordly fugitive!
 Ere thou go.