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Obsession

© Muriel Stuart

I will not have roses in my room again,

Nor listen to sonnets of Michael Angelo

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On Lamb’s Specimens of Dramatic Poets: Sonnets

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

I.

IF ALL the flowers of all the fields on earth

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"One Was Taken, And One Was Left"

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Two harvesters walked through the rows of corn,
Down to the ripe wheat fields, one morn.
Both were fair, in the flush of youth,
With hearts of courage and eyes of truth-
Fair and young, with the priceless wealth
Of strength, and beauty, and glowing health.

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Ode XI: To The Country Gentlemen Of England

© Mark Akenside

I.

Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?

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Of The Death Of Sir Thomas Wyatt The Elder

© Henry Howard

Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest;
  Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain,
  And virtue sank the deeper in his breast;
  Such profit he by envy could obtain.

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book IV - Part 01 - Proem

© Lucretius

I wander afield, thriving in sturdy thought,

Through unpathed haunts of the Pierides,

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Off Mesolongi

© Alfred Austin

The lights of Mesolongi gleam
Before me, now the day is gone;
And vague as leaf on drifting stream,
My keel glides on.

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Ode To Hope

© James Beattie

I.  1.

O Thou, who glad'st the pensive soul,

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On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns

© John Keats

The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun,
  The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem,
  Though beautiful, cold- strange- as in a dream
I dreamed long ago, now new begun.

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Of Death

© John Bunyan

Death, as a king rampant and stout
The world he dare engage;
He conquers all, yea, and doth rout
The great, strong, wise, and sage.

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Ode To Anactoria

© Sappho

That man, whoever he may be,

Who sits awhile to gaze on thee,

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Ode Recited At The Harvard Commemoration July 21, 1865

© James Russell Lowell

Weak-Winged is Song,

Nor aims at that clear-ethered height

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O Maytime Woods!

© Madison Julius Cawein

Serene with sleep, light visions weigh her eyes:
And underneath her window blooms a quince.
The night is a sultana who doth rise
In slippered caution, to admit a prince,
Love, who her eunuchs and her lord defies.

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Oh, How Silent Is the Nature

© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

Oh, how silent is the nature,
It only looks and only hears,
The people's spirit in a rapture
Clings to a freedom - fast and fierce.

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O World, Be Nobler

© Robert Laurence Binyon

O WORLD, be nobler, for her sake!

  If she but knew thee what thou art,

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On Flatteries (From The Greek)

© William Cowper

No mischief worthier of our fear

  In nature can be found

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On Platina Prosperus Spiriteus

© Thomas Parnell

The Man whose Judgement Joynd with force of Witt

The lives of Popes & lives of Heroes writt

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Ode To The Cuckoo

© John Logan

Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!
Thou messenger of Spring!
Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat,
And woods thy welcome ring.

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On A Nun

© George Gordon Byron

Of two fair virgins, modest, though admired,
  Heaven made us happy; and now, wretched sires,
  Heaven for a nobler doom their worth desires,
And gazing upon either, both required.

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On Entering Switzerland

© William Lisle Bowles

Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day

I journey on, yet pensive turn to view