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Peruvian Tales: Alzira, Tale I

© Helen Maria Williams

Description of Peru, and of its Productions-Virtues of the People;
and of their Monarch, ATALIBA -His love for ALZIRA -Their Nup-
tials celebrated-Character of ZORAI , her Father-Descent of the
Genius of Peru-Prediction of the Fall of that Empire.

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Paradise Lost : Book I.

© John Milton


Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit

Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste

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Preparedness

© Edgar Albert Guest

Right must not live in idleness,
Nor dwell in smug content;
It must be strong, against the throng
Of foes, on evil bent.

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Put a Penny in the Slot

© William Schwenck Gilbert

If my action's stiff and crude,

Do not laugh, because it's rude.

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Perfection

© Roderic Quinn

THIS rose, to which each dawn anew
Come bees to fill their honey-sacks,
Though sweet in shape, and scent, and hue,
Perfection lacks.

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Poems On Time

© Rabindranath Tagore

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Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

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Picking Flowers

© Ho Xuan Huong

If you want to pick flowers, you have to hike.
Climbing up, don't worry about your weary bones.
Pluck the low branches, pull down the high.
Enjoy alike the spent blossoms, the tight buds.

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Pain And Time Strive Not

© William Morris

What part of the dread eternity
Are those strange minutes that I gain,
Mazed with the doubt of love and pain,
When I thy delicate face may see,
A little while before farewell?

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Patty of the Vale

© John Clare

"A weedling child on lonely lea
My evening rambles chanced to see;
And much the weedling tempted me
To crop its tender flower;

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Psalm VI.

© John Milton

Lord in thine anger do not reprehend me
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me Lord for I am much deject
Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me,

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Poppies In October

© Sylvia Plath

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly -

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Pill-Box

© Edmund Blunden

Just see what's happening, Worley.-Worley rose

And round the angled doorway thrust his nose,

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Per La Sentenza Capitale Proposta Nel Gran-Consiglio Cisalpino

© Ugo Foscolo

Te nudrice alle muse, ospite e Dea
Le barbariche genti che ti han doma
Nomavan tutte; e questo a noi pur fea
Lieve la varia, antiqua, infame soma.

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Problems

© Piet Hein

Problems worthy
of attack
prove their worth
by hitting back.

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Pity

© William Barnes

Good Meäster Collins! aye, how mild he spoke

  Woone day o' Mercy to zome cruel vo'k.

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Poppies In July

© Sylvia Plath

Little poppies, little hell flames,

Do you do no harm?

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Poseidon's Law

© Rudyard Kipling

When the robust and Brass-bound Man commissioned first for sea
His fragile raft, Poseidon laughed, and "Mariner," said he,
"Behold, a Law immutable I lay on thee and thine,
That never shall ye act or tell a falsehood at my shrine.

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Phillis 02

© Thomas Lodge

LOVE guards the roses of thy lips
 And flies about them like a bee;
If I approach he forward skips,
 And if I kiss he stingeth me.

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Poem 5

© Kabir

PLAYED day and night with my comrades, and now I am greatly afraid.
So high is my Lord's palace, my heart trembles to mount its stairs: yet I must not be shy, if I would enjoy His love.
My heart must cleave to my Lover; I must withdraw my veil, and meet Him with all my body:
Mine eyes must perform the ceremony of the lamps of love.
Kabîr says: "Listen to me, friend: he understands who loves. If you feel not love's longing for your Beloved One, it is vain to adorn your body, vain to put unguent on your eyelids."

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Pelleas And Ettarre

© Alfred Tennyson

King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat
In hall at old Caerleon, the high doors
Were softly sundered, and through these a youth,
Pelleas, and the sweet smell of the fields
Past, and the sunshine came along with him.