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A Dying Bachelor
His eyes deeming like a rainy cloud,
The chime of his voice joisting in chide,
For on his dying mattress he lay,
Winking and blinking in hayfever like a dying soul in pain,
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Iyke Flint
His eyes deeming like a rainy cloud,
The chime of his voice joisting in chide,
For on his dying mattress he lay,
Winking and blinking in hayfever like a dying soul in pain,
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Iyke Flint
A Basket Of Summer Fruit
First see those ample melons-brindled o'er
With mingled green and brown is all the rind;
For they are ripe, and mealy at the core,
And saturate with the nectar of their kind.
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Charles Harpur
First see those ample melons-brindled o'er
With mingled green and brown is all the rind;
For they are ripe, and mealy at the core,
And saturate with the nectar of their kind.
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Charles Harpur
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told
Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold;
In stories we invention may admit;
But diff'rent 'tis with what historick writ;
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Jean De La Fontaine
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told
Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold;
In stories we invention may admit;
But diff'rent 'tis with what historick writ;
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Jean De La Fontaine
The Angel-thief
TIME is a thief who leaves his tools behind him;
He comes by night, he vanishes at dawn;
We track his footsteps, but we never find him
Strong locks are broken, massive bolts are drawn,
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
TIME is a thief who leaves his tools behind him;
He comes by night, he vanishes at dawn;
We track his footsteps, but we never find him
Strong locks are broken, massive bolts are drawn,
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
Epistle To My Brother George
Full many a dreary hour have I past,
My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast
With heaviness; in seasons when I've thought
No spherey strains by me could e'er be caught
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John Keats
Full many a dreary hour have I past,
My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast
With heaviness; in seasons when I've thought
No spherey strains by me could e'er be caught
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John Keats
The Wanderer
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so
Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves,
Back of old-storied spires and architraves
To watch Arcturus rise or Fomalhaut,
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Alan Seeger
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so
Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves,
Back of old-storied spires and architraves
To watch Arcturus rise or Fomalhaut,
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Alan Seeger
Of De Witt Williams On His Way To Lincoln Cemetery
He was born in Alabama.
He was bred in Illinois.
He was nothing but a
Plain black boy.
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Gwendolyn Brooks
He was born in Alabama.
He was bred in Illinois.
He was nothing but a
Plain black boy.
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Gwendolyn Brooks
To Sleep
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
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John Keats
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
.....
John Keats
The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
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William Butler Yeats
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
.....
William Butler Yeats
The Book Of Hours Of Sister Clotilde
The Bell in the convent tower swung.
High overhead the great sun hung,
A navel for the curving sky.
The air was a blue clarity.
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Amy Lowell
The Bell in the convent tower swung.
High overhead the great sun hung,
A navel for the curving sky.
The air was a blue clarity.
.....
Amy Lowell
Rahel To Varnhagen
Note.-Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were
married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814.
The marriage-so far as he was concerned, at any
rate-appears to have been satisfactory.
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
Note.-Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were
married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814.
The marriage-so far as he was concerned, at any
rate-appears to have been satisfactory.
.....
Edwin Arlington Robinson
Sonnet To Sleep
O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
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John Keats
O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
.....
John Keats
Lamia. Part I
Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
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John Keats
Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
.....
John Keats
Aedh Tells Of The Rose In His Heart
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
.....
William Butler Yeats
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
.....
William Butler Yeats
Lamia
Part 1
Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
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John Keats
Part 1
Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
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John Keats
The Friend-s Burial
My thoughts are all in yonder town,
Where, wept by many tears,
To-day my mother's friend lays down
The burden of her years.
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier
My thoughts are all in yonder town,
Where, wept by many tears,
To-day my mother's friend lays down
The burden of her years.
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier
The Ghosts
Said Lenin's ghost to Stalin's ghost:
"Mate with me in the Tomb;
Then day by day the rancid host
May gaze upon our doom.
.....
Robert William Service
Said Lenin's ghost to Stalin's ghost:
"Mate with me in the Tomb;
Then day by day the rancid host
May gaze upon our doom.
.....
Robert William Service
Book Fifth-books
WHEN Contemplation, like the night-calm felt
Through earth and sky, spreads widely, and sends deep
Into the soul its tranquillising power,
Even then I sometimes grieve for thee, O Man,
.....
William Wordsworth
WHEN Contemplation, like the night-calm felt
Through earth and sky, spreads widely, and sends deep
Into the soul its tranquillising power,
Even then I sometimes grieve for thee, O Man,
.....
William Wordsworth
Never
I wake. Yes, it's a coffin lid.-With effort
I reach my hands out and I call
For help. Yes, I recall the tortures
Of dying.-Yes, this is no dream!-
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Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
I wake. Yes, it's a coffin lid.-With effort
I reach my hands out and I call
For help. Yes, I recall the tortures
Of dying.-Yes, this is no dream!-
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Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
One Woman's Memory
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,
And here are the letters he wrote to me.
And the ring of gold that I used to wear
Is here in the casket-see!
.....
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,
And here are the letters he wrote to me.
And the ring of gold that I used to wear
Is here in the casket-see!
.....
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Merchant
Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travel
into strange lands.
Imagine that my boat is ready at the landing fully laden.
Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring for
.....
Rabindranath Tagore
Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travel
into strange lands.
Imagine that my boat is ready at the landing fully laden.
Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring for
.....
Rabindranath Tagore
The Laboratory-ancien Régime
I.
Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely,
As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy---
.....
Robert Browning
I.
Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely,
As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy---
.....
Robert Browning
The Exequy
1 Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint,
2 Instead of dirges, this complaint;
3 And for sweet flow'rs to crown thy hearse,
4 From thy griev'd friend, whom thou might'st see
.....
Henry King
1 Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint,
2 Instead of dirges, this complaint;
3 And for sweet flow'rs to crown thy hearse,
4 From thy griev'd friend, whom thou might'st see
.....
Henry King
Ruan's Voyage
I
The mist has fallen over the isles,
And Ruan turns his boat for home.
The wind is down; with an oar he steers
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Robert Laurence Binyon
I
The mist has fallen over the isles,
And Ruan turns his boat for home.
The wind is down; with an oar he steers
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Robert Laurence Binyon
The City Of The Dead Xx
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which Nature had spread her comely garments. Now I could breathe.
I looked back, and the city appeared with its magnificent mosques and stately residences veiled by the smoke of the shops.
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Khalil Gibran
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which Nature had spread her comely garments. Now I could breathe.
I looked back, and the city appeared with its magnificent mosques and stately residences veiled by the smoke of the shops.
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Khalil Gibran
The Death Of Sir James, Lord Of Douglas
"Men may weill wyt, thouch nane thaim tell,
How angry for sorow, and how fell,
Is to tyne sic a Lord as he
To thaim that war off hys mengye.â??
.....
James Clerk Maxwell
"Men may weill wyt, thouch nane thaim tell,
How angry for sorow, and how fell,
Is to tyne sic a Lord as he
To thaim that war off hys mengye.â??
.....
James Clerk Maxwell
Not In A Silver Casket Cool With Pearls
Not in a silver casket cool with pearls
Or rich with red corundum or with blue,
Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls
Have given their loves, I give my love to you;
.....
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not in a silver casket cool with pearls
Or rich with red corundum or with blue,
Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls
Have given their loves, I give my love to you;
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Hour-glass
He said we might choose the subject for the lesson
The Persons of the Play
Wise Man.
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William Butler Yeats
He said we might choose the subject for the lesson
The Persons of the Play
Wise Man.
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William Butler Yeats
Rokeby: Canto Vi.
I.
The summer sun, whose early power
Was wont to gild Matilda's bower,
And rouse her with his matin ray
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Walter Scott (sir)
I.
The summer sun, whose early power
Was wont to gild Matilda's bower,
And rouse her with his matin ray
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Walter Scott (sir)
Rokeby: Canto Vi.
I.
The summer sun, whose early power
Was wont to gild Matilda's bower,
And rouse her with his matin ray
.....
Sir Walter Scott
I.
The summer sun, whose early power
Was wont to gild Matilda's bower,
And rouse her with his matin ray
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Sir Walter Scott
The Passion
I
Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth,
Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring,
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John Milton
I
Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth,
Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring,
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John Milton
Love's Burial
Let us clear a little space,
And make Love a burial-place.
He is dead, dear, as you see,
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Let us clear a little space,
And make Love a burial-place.
He is dead, dear, as you see,
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Thy Heart
Make not of thy heart a casket,
Opening seldom, quick to close;
But of bread a wide-mouthed basket,
Or a cup that overflows.
.....
George Macdonald
Make not of thy heart a casket,
Opening seldom, quick to close;
But of bread a wide-mouthed basket,
Or a cup that overflows.
.....
George Macdonald
The Casket Of Opals
I
Deep, smoldering colors of the land and sea
Burn in these stones, that, by some mystery,
.....
George Parsons Lathrop
I
Deep, smoldering colors of the land and sea
Burn in these stones, that, by some mystery,
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George Parsons Lathrop
By The Waters Of Babylon: Little Poems In Prose: Part 02: Treasures
1. Through cycles of darkness the diamond sleeps in its coal-black
prison.
2. Purely incrusted in its scaly casket, the breath-tarnished pearl
slumbers in mud and ooze.
.....
Emma Lazarus
1. Through cycles of darkness the diamond sleeps in its coal-black
prison.
2. Purely incrusted in its scaly casket, the breath-tarnished pearl
slumbers in mud and ooze.
.....
Emma Lazarus
Discordants
I (Bread and Music)
Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
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Conrad Aiken
I (Bread and Music)
Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
.....
Conrad Aiken
The Exeter Road
Panels of claret and blue which shine
Under the moon like lees of wine.
A coronet done in a golden scroll,
And wheels which blunder and creak as they roll
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Amy Lowell
Panels of claret and blue which shine
Under the moon like lees of wine.
A coronet done in a golden scroll,
And wheels which blunder and creak as they roll
.....
Amy Lowell
My Love
my love
thy hair is one kingdom
the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers
.....
E. E. Cummings
my love
thy hair is one kingdom
the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers
.....
E. E. Cummings
The Rites For Cousin Vit
Carried her unprotesting out the door.
Kicked back the casket-stand. But it can't hold her,
That stuff and satin aiming to enfold her,
The lid's contrition nor the bolts before.
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Gwendolyn Brooks
Carried her unprotesting out the door.
Kicked back the casket-stand. But it can't hold her,
That stuff and satin aiming to enfold her,
The lid's contrition nor the bolts before.
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Gwendolyn Brooks
The Rose In The Deeps Of His Heart
All things uncomely and broken,
All things worn-out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway,
The creak of a lumbering cart,
.....
William Butler Yeats
All things uncomely and broken,
All things worn-out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway,
The creak of a lumbering cart,
.....
William Butler Yeats
Exequy On His Wife
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint,
Instead of dirges this complaint;
And for sweet flowers to crown thy herse
Receive a strew of weeping verse
.....
Henry King
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint,
Instead of dirges this complaint;
And for sweet flowers to crown thy herse
Receive a strew of weeping verse
.....
Henry King
Pandora (for A Picture)
WHAT of the end, Pandora? Was it thine,
The deed that set these fiery pinions free?
Ah! wherefore did the Olympian consistory
In its own likeness make thee half divine?
.....
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
WHAT of the end, Pandora? Was it thine,
The deed that set these fiery pinions free?
Ah! wherefore did the Olympian consistory
In its own likeness make thee half divine?
.....
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Our Fear
Our fear
does not wear a night shirt
does not have owlâ??s eyes
does not lift a casket lid
.....
Zbigniew Herbert
Our fear
does not wear a night shirt
does not have owlâ??s eyes
does not lift a casket lid
.....
Zbigniew Herbert
In My Pergola
Beyond the blue-robed, sleeping lake,
I watch the flush of morning rise,
While birds and flowers once more wake,
To share with me my paradise.
.....
John L. Stoddard
Beyond the blue-robed, sleeping lake,
I watch the flush of morning rise,
While birds and flowers once more wake,
To share with me my paradise.
.....
John L. Stoddard
To The Countess Guiccioli, After Reading Her Recollections Of Lord Byron
Like one who, homeward bound from distant lands,
Describes strange climes and visions passing fair,
Yet deftly hides from others' eyes and hands
A private casket filled with treasures rare,
.....
John L. Stoddard
Like one who, homeward bound from distant lands,
Describes strange climes and visions passing fair,
Yet deftly hides from others' eyes and hands
A private casket filled with treasures rare,
.....
John L. Stoddard
A Prayer For The Past
All sights and sounds of day and year,
All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,
Are thine, O God, nor will I fear
To talk to thee of them.
.....
George Macdonald
All sights and sounds of day and year,
All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,
Are thine, O God, nor will I fear
To talk to thee of them.
.....
George Macdonald
Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 37
Musk is known by its perfume and not by what the druggist says. A scholar is silent like the perfumerâ??s casket but displays accomplishments, whilst an ignoramus is loud-voiced and intrinsically empty like a war-drum.
A learned man among blockheads
(So says the parable of our friends)
.....
Saadi Shirazi
Musk is known by its perfume and not by what the druggist says. A scholar is silent like the perfumerâ??s casket but displays accomplishments, whilst an ignoramus is loud-voiced and intrinsically empty like a war-drum.
A learned man among blockheads
(So says the parable of our friends)
.....
Saadi Shirazi
On The Beautiful Portrait Of Mrs. Foreman, As Pandora
In the Somerset-house Exhibition, 1826.-Painted by J.P. Davis.
Oh! had'st thou, Jove! with adamantine locks
.....
Thomas Gent
In the Somerset-house Exhibition, 1826.-Painted by J.P. Davis.
Oh! had'st thou, Jove! with adamantine locks
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Thomas Gent