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A Postscript unto the Reader

© Michael Wigglesworth

And now good Reader, I return again

To talk with thee, who hast been at the pain

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The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VI.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

IV A Riddle Solved
  Kind souls, you wonder why, love you,
  When you, you wonder why, love none.
  We love, Fool, for the good we do,
  Not that which unto us is done!

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Parliament Hill Fields

© Sylvia Plath

On this bald hill the new year hones its edge.
Faceless and pale as china
The round sky goes on minding its business.
Your absence is inconspicuous;
Nobody can tell what I lack.

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To My Country

© Mikhail Lermontov

With love of my own race I cling unto my country,
Whatever dubious reason may protesting cry;
The shame alone of all her blood bought glory,
Her haughty self-assurance, conscious pride,
And the ancestral faith's traditions dark,
With woe have penetrated all my heart.

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Horace, Book II. Ode XVI.

© William Cowper

Ease is the weary merchant's prayer,
Who ploughs by night the Ægean flood,
When neither moon nor stars appear,
Or faintly glimmer through the cloud.

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All Flesh

© Francis Thompson

  I do not need the skies'

  Pomp, when I would be wise;

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Chillingham

© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

  I
  Through the sunny garden
  The humming bees are still;
  The fir climbs the heather,
  The heather climbs the hill.

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A Suttee

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

GATHER her raven hair in one rich cluster,
Let the white champac light it, as a star
Gives to the dusky night a sudden lustre,
Shining afar.

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Riden Hwome At Night

© William Barnes

Oh! no, I quite injaÿ'd the ride

  Behind wold Dobbin's heavy heels,

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Swinging

© Madison Julius Cawein

Under the boughs of spring

She swung in the old rope-swing.

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To M. S. G. : When I Dream That You Love Me

© George Gordon Byron

When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;
  Extend not your anger to sleep;
For in visions alone your affection can live,--
  I rise, and it leaves me to weep.

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Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book I - Astra Darsana (The Tournament)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

The scene of the Epic is the ancient kingdom of the Kurus which
flourished along the upper course of the Ganges; and the historical
fact on which the Epic is based is a great war which took place
between the Kurus and a neighbouring tribe, the Panchalas, in the
thirteenth or fourteenth century before Christ.

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The Progres Of The Soule

© John Donne

Wherein,

BY OCCASION OF

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An Invitation

© James Russell Lowell

Nine years have slipt like hour-glass sand
From life's still-emptying globe away,
Since last, dear friend, I clasped your hand,
And stood upon the impoverished land,
Watching the steamer down the bay.

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Paradise Regain'd : Book IV.

© John Milton

Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric

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Eccentricity

© Washington Allston

 Who next appears thus stalking by his side?
Why that is one who'd sooner die than-ride!
No inch of ground can maps unheard of show
Untrac'd by him, unknown to every toe:
As if intent this punning age to suit,
The globe's circumf'rence meas'ring by the foot.

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The Progress Of Refinement. Part II.

© Henry James Pye

CONTENTS OF PART II. Introduction.—Sketch of the Northern barbarians.—Feudal system.—Origin of Chivalry.—Superstition.—Crusades.— Hence the enfranchisement of Vassals, and Commerce encouraged. —The Northern and Western Europeans, struck with the splendor of Constantinople, and the superior elegance of the Saracens.—Origin of Romance.— The remains of Science confined to the monasteries, and in an unknown language.—Hence the distinction of learning.—Discovery of the Roman Jurisprudence, and it's effects.—Classic writers begin to be admired—Arts revive in Italy.—Greek learning introduced there, on the taking of Constantinople by the Turks.—That event lamented.—Learning encouraged by Leo X.—Invention of Printing.—The Reformation.—It's effects, even on those countries that retained their old Religion.— It's establishment in Britain.—Age of Elizabeth.— Arts and Literature flourish.—Spenser.—Shakespear. —Milton.—Dryden.—The Progress of the Arts checked by the Civil War.—Patronized in France. Age of Lewis XIV.—Taste hurt in England during the profligate reign of Charles II.—Short and turbulent reign of his Successor.—King William no encourager of the Arts.—Age of Queen Anne.—Manners.—Science and Literature flourish.—Neglected by the first Princes of the House of Brunswick.—Patronage of Arts by his present Majesty.—Poetry not encouraged.—Address to the King.—General view of the present state of Refinement. —Among the European Nations.—France.— Britain.—Italy.—Spain.—Holland and Germany. —Increasing Influence of French manners.— Russia.—Greece.—Asia.—China.—Africa. —America.—Newly discovered islands.—European Colonies.


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Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Author’s Poem "The Excursion,"

© William Wordsworth

Upon Hearing Of The Death Of The Late Vicar Of Kendal
TO public notice, with reluctance strong,
Did I deliver this unfinished Song;
Yet for one happy issue;--and I look

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Canto 1: Narad

© Valmiki

To sainted Nárad, prince of those
Whose lore in words of wisdom flows.
Whose constant care and chief delight
Were Scripture and ascetic rite,