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A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
She was an aged woman; and the years
Which she had numbered on her toilsome way
Had bowed her natural powers to decay.

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book VI - Part 02 - Great Meteorological Phenomena, Etc

© Lucretius

And so in first place, then

With thunder are shaken the blue deeps of heaven,

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The First Booke Of Qvodlibets

© Robert Hayman


Though my best lines no dainty things affords,
My worst haue in them some thing else then words.

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The Brus Book XVIII

© John Barbour

[Edward Bruce marches toward Dundalk; he debates whether to fight]

Bot he that rest anoyit ay

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The Curse of Mother Flood

© Henry Kendall

Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it;

 White as a corpse is the face of the fen;

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Aftenen

© Henrik Hertz

Vi sad paa Skræntet saa blødt i Græs 

  Og saae paa det brede Vand. 

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O Corvo (Portuguese translation of Poe's "Raven")

© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

Em certo dia, à hora
Da meia-noite que apavora,
Eu, caindo de sono e exausto de fadiga,
Ao pé de muita lauda antiga,

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The Fens

© John Clare

Among the tawny tasselled reed
The ducks and ducklings float and feed.
With head oft dabbing in the flood
They fish all day the weedy mud,
And tumbler-like are bobbing there,
Heels topsy turvy in the air.

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Old Environment

© Franklin Pierce Adams

I used to think that this environ-
 Ment talk was all a lot of guff;
Place mattered not with Keats and Byron
  Stuff.

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Mason And Slidell: A Yankee Idyll

© James Russell Lowell

Wut! they ha'n't hanged 'em?
Then their wits is gone!
Thet's the sure way to make a goose a swan!

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The Candidate's Creed

© James Russell Lowell

I du believe in Freedom's cause,

Ez fur away ez Paris is;

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The Poor Ghost

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

'Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?'

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The World In The Heart

© Jane Taylor

  The charms of mental converse some may fear,
Who scruple not to lend a ready ear
To kitchen tales, of scandal, strife, and love,
Which make the maid and mistress hand and glove ;
And ever deem the sin and danger less,
Merely for being in a vulgar dress.

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The Bride Of Abydos

© George Gordon Byron

Know ye the land where cypress and myrtle

  Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,

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Don Juan: Canto The Sixteenth

© George Gordon Byron

The antique Persians taught three useful things,

  To draw the bow, to ride, and speak the truth.

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Vegematic

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Well, the doorbell rang all mornin',
All through the afternoon,
And I shook with fright as it rang all night
By the light of the Mastercard moon.
There was Federal Express in the pantry,

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Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto III.

© Matthew Prior

Ideas, farms, and intellects,
Have furnish'd out three different sects.
Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.

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The Rivals

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

'TWAS three an' thirty year ago,

I When I was ruther young, you know,

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To My Young Countryman D.H.D.

© Charles Harpur

Who doubteth, when the morning star doth light

 Her lamp of beauty, that the day is coming?