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Beowulf

© Anonymous

Hwæt

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Be Kind to Your Web-footed Friends

© Anonymous

Be kind to your web-footed friendsFor a duck may be somebody's motherBe kind to your friends in the swampWhere the weather is very cold and dampYou may think that this is the endWell, it's not, because there's one more chorusBe kind to your friends in the swampWhere the weather is very cold and damp

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Dead Broke

© Anderson James

Dead broke! dead broke!--aft said in joke,Sae truth is sometimes spoken;But to the man "wha bears the gree,"'Tis onything but jokin'

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Vanity Fair

© Sylvia Plath

Through frost-thick weather
This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if
Caught in a hazardous medium that might
Merely by its continuing
Attach her to heaven.

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Epipsychidion

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one,
Whose empire is the name thou weepest on,
In my heart's temple I suspend to thee
These votive wreaths of withered memory.

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The Rancho In The Rain

© Henry Herbert Knibbs

The rabbit's ears are flattened and he's squattin' scared and still,

Ag'inst the dripping cedar; and the quail below the hill

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A Summer’s Day

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Well, love, so be it as you say,

Just the hours of a summer's day,

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How Still, How Happy!

© Emily Jane Brontë

How still, how happy! Those are words
  That once would scarce agree together;
  I loved the plashing of the surge,
  The changing heaven the breezy weather,

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Wuthering Heights

© Sylvia Plath

The horizons ring me like faggots,

Tilted and disparate, and always unstable.

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Old Adam, The Carrion Crow

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Old Adam, the carrion crow,

  The old crow of Cairo;

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Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue II.

© John Kenyon


A.—
  By no faint shame withheld from general gaze,
  'Tis thus, my friend, we bask us in the blaze;
  Where deeds, more surface-smooth than inly bright,
  Snatch up a transient lustre from the light.

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An Invitation To Maecenas

© Eugene Field

Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask

  Of wine solicits your attention;

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Cadences

© John Howard Payne

I

 (MINOR)

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Autumn Evening

© Viggo Stuckenberg


The sun has set. Around the tower creeps night's forest of darkness.

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They Don't

© Edgar Albert Guest

Life has its ups and downs,
Its fair and cloudy weather,
But this you'll find, my friend,
They never come together.

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A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - May

© George MacDonald

1.

WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing

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Lone Mountain

© Francis Bret Harte

This is that hill of awe
That Persian Sindbad saw,--
  The mount magnetic;
And on its seaward face,
Scattered along its base,
  The wrecks prophetic.

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The Bumboat Woman's Story

© William Schwenck Gilbert

I'm old, my dears, and shrivelled with age, and work, and grief,
My eyes are gone, and my teeth have been drawn by Time, the Thief!
For terrible sights I've seen, and dangers great I've run -
I'm nearly seventy now, and my work is almost done!

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A-Haulen O’ The Corn

© William Barnes

Ah! yesterday, you know, we carr'd

  The piece o' corn in Zidelèn Plot,

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Market Day

© John Clare

With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke

That urges switching tail nor mends his pace,