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At Issue

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

THAT voice I hear,—how heard I cannot tell,—

Although my home is this, seems from my home:

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The Falmouth Bell

© Katharine Lee Bates

Never was there lovelier town


Than our Falmouth by the sea.

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San Terenzo

© Andrew Lang

MID April seemed like some November day,  

When through the glassy waters, dull as lead,  

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The Knitting Song

© Jessie Pope

  Click -- click -- click,
  How they dart and flick,
  Flashing in the firelight to and fro!
  Now for purl and plain,
  Round and round again,
  Knitting love and luck in every row.

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The Conference

© Charles Churchill

Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree,

When they are told that grace was said by me;

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Orlando Furioso canto 13

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

The Count Orlando of the damsel bland

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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto I

© Sir Walter Scott

XV
  River Spirit
"Sleep'st thou, brother?"-

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The Welcome Home

© Charlotte Bronte

  Above the city hangs the moon,

  Some clouds are boding rain;

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A Walk In The Shrubbery

© Charlotte Turner Smith

To the Cistus or Rock Rose, a beautiful plant, whose flowers

expand, and fall off twice in twenty-four hours.

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Orlando Furioso Canto 8

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Rogero flies; Astolpho with the rest,

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Sabbath Queen

© Hayyim Nahman Bialik

The sun has already disappeared beyond the treetops,

Come let us go and welcome the Sabbath Queen,

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September in Australia

© Henry Kendall

Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,

And, behold, for repayment,

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With A Water-Lily

© Henrik Johan Ibsen

SEE, dear, what thy lover brings;

'Tis the flower with the white wings.

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Growing Attachment

© John Kenyon

With the freshness and placid sensations of morning,

  As yet all unconscious of hope or of plan,

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Out Of Hope

© Edith Nesbit

IF through the rain and wind along the street,

  Where the wet stone reflects the flickering gas,

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Wamberal

© Henry Kendall

Just a shell, to which the seaweed glittering yet with greenness clings,

Like the song that once I loved so, softly of the old time sings -

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The Cummerbund: An Indian Poem

© Edward Lear

Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!
  Nor sit out late at night,--
Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,
  And swallow you outright.

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The Kalevala - Rune I

© Elias Lönnrot

BIRTH OF WAINAMOINEN.


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Sweet Echo Dell

© Henry Clay Work

"Three there were that left my cot;
Two are here, and one is not;
Why does Willie linger? Say, can you tell?"

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Go Not Far From Me, O My God

© Anna Laetitia Waring

Go not far from me, O my God,
Whom all my times obey;
Take from me anything Thou wilt,
But go not Thou away,
And let the storm that does thy work
Deal with me as it may.