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The Vision Of Cassandra

© Aeschylus

  Well, what of Phoebus, maiden? though a name
  'Tis but disparagement to call upon
  In misery.

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The Wrongs Of Africa: Part The Second

© William Roscoe

FAIR is this fertile spot, which God assign'd

As man's terrestrial home; where every charm

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The Hunting Of The Dragon

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

When we went hunting the Dragon

  In the days when we were young,

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The Bell-Founder Part I - Labour And Hope

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

In that land where the heaven-tinted pencil giveth shape to the
splendour of dreams,
Near Florence, the fairest of cities, and Arno, the sweetest of streams,
'Neath those hills whence the race of the Geraldine wandered in ages

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The Haunted Room

© Madison Julius Cawein

Its casements' diamond disks of glass

  Stare myriad on a terrace old,

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The Pines And The Sea

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

Beyond the low marsh-meadows and the beach,

Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines,

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The Princes' Quest - Part the Tenth

© William Watson

That night within the City of Youth there stood

Musicians playing to the multitude

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The Meadow Lark

© Hamlin Garland

A BRAVE little bird that fears not God,

A voice that breaks from the snow-wet clod

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The Dream

© Madison Julius Cawein

My dream was such:

  It seemed the afternoon

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The Soldier's Grave

© Ada Cambridge

'Twas long ago, in the summer-time,

 On a day as sad as this,

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The Miracle Of The Corn

© Padraic Colum

SCENE: The interior of FARDORROUGHA'S house. The door at back R.; the hearth L.; the window R. is only conventionally represented.
What is actually shown is a bin for corn (corn in the sense of any kind of grain, as the word is used in Ireland the breadstuff and the symbol of fertility), shelves with vessels, benches, and a shrine. The bin projects from back C.; the shelves
with vessels are each side of the bin; the shrine is R.; it holds a small statue of the Blessed Virgin, and a rosary of large beads hangs from it; the benches are R. and L. One is at the conventional fireplace, and the other is down from the conventional door.
All the persons concerned in the action are on the scene when it opens, and they remain on the scene. They only enter the action when they go up to where the bin is. Going back to the places they had on the benches takes them out of the action.
On the bench near the hearth sit the people of FARDORROUGHA'S household FARDORROUGHA, SHEILA, PAUDEEN, AISLINN. On the bench near the door sit the strangers three women, one of whom has a child with her, and SHAUN o' THE BOG. The people are dressed in greys and browns, and brown is the  colour of the interior. The three women and SHAUN o' THE BOG are poorly dressed; the women are barefooted. PAUDEEN is dressed rudely, and sandals of hide are bound across his feet. FARDORROUGHA,
SHEILA, and AISLINN are comfortably dressed.

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The Untold Want

© Walt Whitman

THE untold want, by life and land ne'er granted,

  Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

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Trust in Providence

© John Logan

Almighty Father of mankind,
On thee my hopes remain;
And when the day of trouble comes,
I shall not trust in vain.

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The Boy's Candidate

© James Whitcomb Riley

Las' time 'at Uncle Sidney come,
He bringed a watermelon home--
  An' half the boys in town,
Come taggin' after him.--An' he
Says, when we et it,--_"Gracious me!
  'S the boy-house fell down?"_

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The Tears of Old May Day

© John Logan

Led by the jocund train of vernal hours
And vernal airs, uprose the gentle May;
Blushing she rose, and blushing rose the flowers
That sprung spontaneous in her genial ray.

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The Pursuit

© Henry Vaughan

LORD ! what a busy, restless thing

  Hast Thou made man !

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The Outlaw

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Priest, is any song-bird stricken?
  Is one leaf less on the tree?
Is this wine less red and royal
  That the hangman waits for me?

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The Road Of The Refugees

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Listen to the tramping! Oh, God of pity, listen!

Can we kneel at prayer, sleep all unmolested,

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The Knight of St. John

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Ere down yon blue Carpathian hills
The sun shall sink again,
Farewell to life and all its ills,
Farewell to cell and chain!

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The Poetry of A Root Crop

© Charles Kingsley

Underneath their eider-robe

Russet swede and golden globe,