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Within and Without: Part III: A Dramatic Poem

© George MacDonald

SCENE I.-Night. London. A large meanly furnished room; a single
candle on the table; a child asleep in a little crib. JULIAN
sits by the table, reading in a low voice out of a book. He looks
older, and his hair is lined with grey; his eyes look clearer.

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Wenn Der Vogel Singen Will

© Franz Grillparzer

Wenn der Vogel singen will,

Sucht er einen Ast,

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Woodman And Echo

© George Meredith

Close Echo hears the woodman's axe,

To double on it, as in glee,

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Walking Around (Original Spanish)

© Pablo Neruda

It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.

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Waiting For Spring

© John Newton

Though cloudy skies, and northern blasts,
Retard the gentle spring awhile;
The sun will conqu'ror prove at last,
And nature wear a vernal smile.

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Wordsworth

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Dear friends, who read the world aright,
And in its common forms discern
A beauty and a harmony
The many never learn!

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Welcome, May

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Welcome, May! welcome, May!
Thou hast been too long away,
All the widow'd wintry hours
Wept for thee, gentle May;
But the fault was only ours-
We were sad when thou wert gay!

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What Is Success?

© Edgar Albert Guest

Success is being friendly when another needs a friend;
It's in the cheery words you speak, and in the coins you lend;
Success is not alone in skill and deeds of daring great;
It's in the roses that you plant beside your garden gate.

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Winter Hue's Recalled

© Archibald Lampman

Life is not all for effort: there are hours,

When fancy breaks from the exacting will,

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What a Book! : to Calvus the Poet

© Gaius Valerius Catullus

If I didn’t love you more than my eyes,

most delightful Calvus, I’d dislike you

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Wishing -- Or Fate And I

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Wise men tell me thou, O Fate,
Art invincible and great.
Well, I own thy prowess; still
Dare I flount thee, with my will.

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Weeping

© Alexander Pope

While Celia's Tears make sorrow bright,
Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes;
The Sun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the Ocean first did rise:
And thus thro' Mists we see the Sun,
Which else we durst not gaze upon.

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War

© Hannah More

O War, What art thou?

After the brightest conquest, what remains

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Wayside Ambition

© George Ade

I want to be a brakeman,
Dog gone!
Legs hangin' over the edge of a flat car,
Train goin' 'bout twenty-five miles 'n hour,
Kickin' the dog-fennel 'long the track —
  That's what a brakeman does.

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Written in a Collection of Bacchanalian Songs

© William Shenstone

Adieu, ye jovial Youths! who join
To plunge old Care in floods of wine;
And, as your dazzled eyeballs roll,
Discern him struggling in the bowl.

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‘We Fought for - South of the Walls

© Li Po

Died for - North of the Ramparts’(to an old tune)

 We fought for Mulberry Springs

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Written In Juice Of Lemon

© Abraham Cowley

Whilst what I write I do not see,
  I dare thus, ev'n to you, write poetry.
Ah, foolish Muse! which dost so high aspire,
  And know'st her judgment well,
  How much it does thy power excel,
Yet dar'st be read by, thy just doom, the fire.

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Warning

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Virtue is Virtue, writ in ink or blood.

And Duty, Honour, Valour, are the same

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When Rody Came To Ironbark

© Alice Guerin Crist

When Rody came to Ironbark, 'twas fun to watch the girls,
Such sorting out of frills and frocks such pinning up of curls,
there were no 'bob's no 'shingles' then but ringlets floated down,
and the the curling tongs worked overtime, when Rody came to town.

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What Then?

© William Butler Yeats

HIS chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
"What then?' sang Plato's ghost.  "What then?"