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Truth

© Geoffrey Chaucer

  Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastness{.e},
  Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal;
  For hord hath hate, and clymbyng tykelness{.e},
  Prees hath envye, and wel{.e} blent overal.

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Midsummer In The South

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I LOVE Queen August's stately sway,
And all her fragrant south winds say,
With vague, mysterious meanings fraught,
Of unimaginable thought;

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The Cageing Of Ares

© George Meredith

[Iliad, v. V. 385--Dedicated to the Council at The Hague.]

How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed

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Paradise Regain'd : Book III.

© John Milton

So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood
A while as mute, confounded what to say,
What to reply, confuted and convinced
Of his weak arguing and fallacious drift;

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Italy : 32. National Prejudices

© Samuel Rogers

'Another Assassination! This venerable City,'  I ex-
claimed, 'what is it, but as it began, a nest of robbers
and murderers?  We must away at sunrise, Luigi.' --
But before sunrise I had reflected a little, and in the

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The Kalevala - Rune VIII

© Elias Lönnrot

MAIDEN OF THE RAINBOW.


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Billy's Alphabetical Animal Show

© James Whitcomb Riley

A was an elegant Ape
  Who tied up his ears with red tape,
  And wore a long veil
  Half revealing his tail
  Which was trimmed with jet bugles and crape.

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Lettice

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

I said to Lettice, our sister Lettice,
While drooped and glistened her eyelash brown,
"Your man's a poor man, a cold and dour man,
There's many a better about our town."

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Three Portraits Of Prince Charles

© Andrew Lang

BEAUTIFUL face of a child, 
  Lighted with laughter and glee, 
Mirthful, and tender, and wild, 
  My heart is heavy for thee! 

1744

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An Autumn Evening At Murray Bay

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Darkly falls the autumn twilight, rustles by the crisp leaf sere,
Sadly wail the lonely night-winds, sweeping sea-ward, chill and drear,
Sullen dash the restless waters ’gainst a bleak and rock-bound shore,
While the sea-birds’ weird voices mingle with their surging roar.

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A Vow

© Edgar Albert Guest

I might not ever scale the mountain heights

Where all the great men stand in glory now;

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The Lumbermen

© John Greenleaf Whittier

WILDLY round our woodland quarters
Sad-voiced Autumn grieves;
Thickly down these swelling waters
Float his fallen leaves.

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Midsummer

© Madison Julius Cawein

I

The mellow smell of hollyhocks

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The Visions Of Petrarch

© Edmund Spenser

Being one day at my window all alone,

So manie strange things happened me to see,

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Once More.

© James Brunton Stephens

"INTERMISSA DIU BELLA."

I HAD not thought again to be

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The Charge At Port Hudson

© Anonymous

"Niggers won't fight" ah ha!

"Niggers won't fight" ah ha!

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A Ballad Of Marjorie

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

"What ails you that you look so pale,

O fisher of the sea?"

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Sream Travel

© John Kenyon

Who hath not longed, by converse fired or book,

  To break him sudden from his own home-nook,

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The Roman Rose-Seller

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

Not from Paestum come my roses; Patrons, see

My flowers are Roman-blown; their nectaries

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Written On The Day Of My Aunt's Funeral

© Charles Lamb

Thou too art dead, ---! very kind

Hast thou been to me in my childish days,