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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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safe-home

© Rg Gregory

don't be so lazy maisie maisie
don't be so lazy please
i know it's snowing
and a hard wind's blowing

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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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A Child's Hymn

© Charles Dickens

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,

 Ere I lay me down to sleep;

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The Female Phaeton

© Matthew Prior

Thus Kitty, beautiful and young,
And wild as colt untamed,
Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung,
With little rage inflamed.

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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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malvern abbey

© Rg Gregory

the day was as grey as the abbey
the light that filtered through the glass
had no disturbing shine about it
no one inside was grasping to collect it

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in search of milk and paradise

© Rg Gregory

puddles idle in
the dips of surfaces
neglected for decades

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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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Wealth

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Who shall tell what did befall,

Far away in time, when once,

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Orlando Furioso Canto 23

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Astolpho soars in air. Upon account

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The Open Road

© Katharine Tynan

THE roads of the Sea
  Are thronged with merchantmen;
East and West, North and South
  They go and come again.

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"Mylo Jones's Wife"

© James Whitcomb Riley

"Mylo Jones's wife" was all

I heerd, mighty near, last Fall--

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Mountain Life

© Henrik Johan Ibsen

IN summer dusk the valley lies

With far-flung shadow veil;