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Ode

© Mathurin Regnier

Jamais ne pourray-je bannir
Hors de moy l'ingrat souvenir
De ma gloire si tost passee?
Toujours pour nourrir mon soucy.
Amour, cet enfant sans mercy,
L'offrira-t-il a ma pensee!

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Ode to Salvador Dali

© Federico Garcia Lorca

A rose in the high garden you desire.
A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.
The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog,
The grays watching over the last balustrades.

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On A Young Lady

© Hannah More

Go, peaceful shade! exchange for sin and care

The glorious palm which patient suff'rers wear!

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Ode To Lycoris. May 1817

© William Wordsworth

I
AN age hath been when Earth was proud
Of lustre too intense
To be sustained; and Mortals bowed

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Our Yankee Girls

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

LET greener lands and bluer skies,

If such the wide earth shows,

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Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte

© George Gordon Byron

'Expends Annibalem:--quot libras in duce summo

Invenies?~JUVENAL., Sat. X.

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On The Death Of Mr Aikman

© James Thomson

Oh, could I draw, my friend, thy genuine mind,

Just as the living forms by thee designed;

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Our Abode In Arby Wood

© William Barnes

Though ice do hang upon the willows

  Out bezide the vrozen brook,

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On The Fifth Day Of A Hunger Strike

© Nazim Hikmet

My brothers,

Forgive me if I'm unable to say

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On The Purple And White Carnation

© Caroline Norton

She spoke, and wept; and the echo again
Repeated the curse, but all in vain--
The tyrant laughed as he fluttered away,
Spreading his rainbow wings to the day,
And settling at random his feathered darts
To spoil sweet flowers, or break fond hearts.

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Object of My First Desire

© Augustus Montague Toplady

Object of my first desire,-

Jesus, crucified for me;-

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On The Death Of President Garfield

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FALLEN with autumn's falling leaf
Ere yet his summer's noon was past,
Our friend, our guide, our trusted chief,--
What words can match a woe so vast!

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On The Trust

© Thomas Parnell

Think England what it is to shake,

& better use your King,

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Only A Smile

© Mathilde Blind

No butterfly whose frugal fare
  Is breath of heliotrope and clove,
And other trifles light as air,
  Could live on less than doth my love.

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O, Falmouth Is a Fine Town

© William Ernest Henley

In Baltimore a-walking a lady I did meet
With her babe on her arm as she came down the street;
And I thought how I sailed, and the cradle standing ready
For the pretty little babe that has never seen its daddie.
  And it's home, dearie, home,-

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On the Death of the Right Hounourable ---

© Oliver Goldsmith

YE Muses, pour the pitying tear
For Pollio snatch'd away;
O!  had he liv'd another year!-
'He had not died to-day'.

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On An Apple-Ripe September Morning

© Patrick Kavanagh

On an apple-ripe September morning
Through the mist-chill fields I went
With a pitch-fork on my shoulder
Less for use than for devilment.

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On Snow

© Jonathan Swift

From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin,
No lady alive can show such a skin.
I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather,
But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.

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Outward Bound

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

I leave behind me the elm-shadowed square


And carven portals of the silent street,

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On The Promotion Of Edward Thurlow, Esq. To The Lord High Chancellorship Of England

© William Cowper

Round Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
Fair science poured the light of truth,
And genius shed his rays.