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Don Juan: Canto The Third

© George Gordon Byron

The isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.

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Stringy Bark and Green Hide

© Anonymous

I sing of a commodity, it's one that will not fail yer,
I mean the common oddity, the mainstay of Australia;
Gold it is a precious thing, for commerce it increases,
But stringy bark and green hide, can beat it all to pieces.
Stringy bark and green hide, that will never fail yer!
Stringy bark and green hide, the mainstay of Australia.

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Reading 'Hamlet'

© Anna Akhmatova

And, as if  in wrong occasion,
I said, "Thou," else...
And an easy smile of pleasure
Lit up dear face.

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The Party

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

DEY had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night;

Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in my life see sich a sight;

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Against Women Unconstant

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Madame, for youre newefangelnesse,

Many a servant have ye put out of grace.

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The Progress Of A Divine: Satire

© Richard Savage

All priests are not the same, be understood!
Priests are, like other folks, some bad, some good.
What's vice or virtue, sure admits no doubt;
Then, clergy, with church mission, or without;
When good, or bad, annex we to your name,
The greater honour, or the greater shame.

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Ghazal

© Mirza Rafi Sauda

O my poor heart, don’t flow out from
My eyes like blood, beware,
You will never be picked up again
From the ground, like useless tear.

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Aux Deux Freres Trudaine

© André Marie de Chénier

Amis, couple chéri, coeurs formés pour le mien,

  Je suis libre. Camille à mes yeux n'est plus rien.

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Conclusion

© John Frederick Nims

legato con amore in un volume

ciò che per l’universo si squaderna . . .

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 03 - The Soul Is Mortal

© Lucretius

Now come: that thou mayst able be to know

That minds and the light souls of all that live

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The Precipitate Cock And The Unappreciated Pearl

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

A rooster once pursued a worm

  That lingered not to brave him,

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The Brus Book I

© John Barbour


Storys to rede ar delatibill
Suppos that thai be nocht bot fabill,
Than suld storys that suthfast wer

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Raschi In Prague

© Emma Lazarus

Raschi of Troyes, the Moon of Israel,

The authoritative Talmudist, returned

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Poem 2 From Pierce Penilesse

© Thomas Nashe

Perusing yesternight with idle eyes,
  The Fairy Singers stately tuned verse:
And viewing after Chap-mens wonted guise,
  What strange contents the title did rehearse.

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Dauber

© John Masefield

I

Four bells were struck, the watch was called on deck,

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Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed me

© Emily Dickinson

295

Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed me—

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Aan 'n ou Boek

© Christian Frederik Louis Leipoldt

Op die solder, waar die rotte
Hulle neste het gebou,
Waar die vlermuise en motte
Elke aand kommissie hou,
Het ek jou gevinde, ou maat,
en jou maters lê daar nou.

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The Bear-Story

© James Whitcomb Riley

THAT ALEX "IST MAKED UP HIS-OWN-SE'F"

W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out

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The First Hymn Of Callimachus. To Jupiter

© Matthew Prior

While we to Jove select the holy victim

Whom apter shall we sing than Jove himself,

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The Trembling Jailer

© John Newton

A Believer, free from care,

May in chains, or dungeons, sing,