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Marmion: Canto V. - The Court

© Sir Walter Scott

Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none,
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone;
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

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From The Upland To The Sea

© William Morris

Shall we wake one morn of spring,

Glad at heart of everything,

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The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XX: Ellen Orford

© George Crabbe

"No charms she now can boast,"--'tis true,

But other charmers wither too:

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I Have A Little Husband

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I have a little husband

And he is gone to sea,

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An Ode - Inscribed To The Memory Of The Hon. Colonel George Villiers

© Matthew Prior

For restless Proserpine for ever treads
In paths unseen, o'er our devoted heads,
And on the spacious land and liquid main
Spreads slow disease, or darts afflictive pain:
Variety of deaths confirms her endless reign.

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Kitchen Poem

© Francis Scarfe


In the hungry kitchen
The dog sings for its dinner.
The housewife is writing her poem
On top of the frigidaire
Something like this:

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A Lost Chance.

© James Brunton Stephens

[IT is stated that a shepherd, who had for many years grazed his flocks

in a district in which a rich tin-mining town in Queensland now stands,

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The Legend of Mammon Castle

© Henry Lawson

IN THE days that will be olden after many years are gone,
Ere the world emerged from darkness floating out into the dawn,
On a mountain rising steeply from the depth of marsh and wood
Raised in scorn above the lowlands Mammon Castle proudly stood—

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Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book V - Pativrata-Mahatmya - (Woman's Love)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

The great _rishi_ Vyasa came to visit Yudhishthir, and advised Arjun,
great archer as he was, to acquire celestial arms by penance and
worship. Arjun followed the advice, met the god SIVA in the guise
of a hunter, pleased him by his prowess in combat, and obtained his
blessings and the _pasupata_ weapon. Arjun then went to INDRA'S
heaven and obtained other celestial arms.

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The Penitent's Return

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

My father's house once more,
In its own moonlight beauty! yet around,
Something, amidst the dewy calm profound,
Broods, never marked before!

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The Loving Shepherdess

© Robinson Jeffers

  She dreamed that a two-legged whiff of flame
Rose up from the house gable-peak crying, "Oh! Oh!"
And doubled in the middle and fled away on the wind
Like music above the bee-hives.

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A Dream of Waking

© George MacDonald

A child was born in sin and shame,
Wronged by his very birth,
Without a home, without a name,
One over in the earth.

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When Ma Wants Something New

© Edgar Albert Guest

Last night Ma said to Pa: "My dear,

The Williamsons are coming here

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Children's Anthem (Kinderhymne)

© Bertolt Brecht



Grace spare not and spare no labour

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Nor later, when with her my childhood died,
Was life less sealed to me. The Church became
My guardian next and mother deified,
Who lit within me a more subtle flame

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Winter Song

© Robert Bloomfield

Dear Boy, throw that Icicle down,

And sweep this deep Snow from the door:

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The Pariah - Legend

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

WATER-FETCHING goes the noble

Brahmin's wife, so pure and lovely;

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Christmas

© Henry Timrod

How grace this hallowed day?
Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire,
Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire
 Round which the children play?

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude VII.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Touched by the pathos of these rhymes,

The Theologian said: "All praise

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Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto I

© Samuel Butler

His doublet was of sturdy buff,
And tho' not sword, yet cudgel-proof;
Whereby 'twas fitter for his use,
Who fear'd no blows, but such as bruise.