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Do Not Kill Me I Will Die

Do Not Kill Me I will die

I am Anikulapo
Death in my pouch
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
A Hero

Three times I had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
And squeeze with all my might until
No breath of being lingered there.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Law Like Love

Law, say the gardeners, is the sun,
Law is the one
All gardeners obey
To-morrow, yesterday, to-day.
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
The Rose-bud

'See, Daphne, see!' Florelio cried,
'And learn the sad effects of pride;
Yon shelter'd rose, how safe conceal'd!
How quickly blasted when reveal'd!
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William Shenstone
Elegy Ii. On Posthumous Reputation - To A Friend

O grief of griefs! that Envy's frantic ire
Should rob the living virtue of its praise;
O foolish Muses! that with zeal aspire
To deck the cold insensate shrine with bays.
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William Shenstone
The Swan

I'll leave the mortal world behind,
Take wing in an flight fantastical,
With singing, my eternal soul
Will rise up swan-like in the air.
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Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin
Sonnet Xliii: The Unhappy Exile

The unhappy exile, whom his fates confine
To the bleak coast of some unfriendly isle,
Cold, barren, desart, where no harvests smile,
But thirst and hunger on the rocks repine;
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Charlotte Smith
Out Of The East

When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,
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John Freeman
Prejudice

IN yonder red-brick mansion, tight and square,
Just at the town's commencement, lives the mayor.
Some yards of shining gravel, fenced with box,
Lead to the painted portal--where one knocks :
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Jane Taylor
To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew

Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies,
Made in the last promotion of the Blest;
Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise,
In spreading branches more sublimely rise,
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John Dryden

John Dryden
To May

THOUGH many suns have risen and set
Since thou, blithe May, wert born,
And Bards, who hailed thee, may forget
Thy gift, thy beauty scorn;
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Lost Mr. Blake

Mr. Blake was a regular out-and-out hardened sinner,
Who was quite out of the pale of Christianity, so to speak,
He was in the habit of smoking a long pipe and drinking a glass of
grog on a Sunday after dinner,
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William Schwenck Gilbert
Sonnet 084: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More

Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than this rich praise-that you alone are you,
In whose confine immurèd is the store
Which should example where your equal grew?
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Vignettes 12: To The Late Lady Rouse Boughton

'Tis said, that jealous of a name
We all would praise confine,
And choke the leading path to fame
In our peculiar line.
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Matilda Betham

Matilda Betham
Sonnet Lxxxiv

Who is it that says most? which can say more
Than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
In whose confine immured is the store
Which should example where your equal grew.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
The Three Gossips' Wager

AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
Discoursing various pranks in pleasant chat,
Each had a loving friend, and two of these
Most clearly managed matters at their ease.
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Jean De La Fontaine
Tale Ix

EDWARD SHORE.

Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou light divine!
Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine!
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George Crabbe

George Crabbe
An Evening Walk, Addressed To A Young Lady

The young Lady to whom this was addressed was my Sister. It was
composed at school, and during my two first College vacations.
There is not an image in it which I have not observed; and now, in
my seventy-third year, I recollect the time and place where most
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Table Talk

A. You told me, I remember, glory, built
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt;
The deeds that men admire as half divine,
Stark naught, because corrupt in their design.
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William Cowper

William Cowper
Mesmerism

I.

All I believed is true!
I am able yet
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Clapham Academy

I

Ah me! those old familiar bounds!
That classic house, those classic grounds
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Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood
Mussulman's Dream

Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,
When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;
Whose Map no Voyager cou'd e'er design,
Nor to Description its wild Parts confine?
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Anne Kingsmill Finch
Inebriety

The mighty spirit, and its power, which stains
The bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,
I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries true,
The jovial curate, and the shrill-tongued shrew;
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George Crabbe

George Crabbe
The Fan : A Poem. Book I.

I sing that graceful toy, whose waving play,
With gentle gales relieves the sultry day.
Not the wide fan by Persian dames display'd,
Which o'er their beauty casts a grateful shade;
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John Gay

John Gay
Hymn 156

Presumption and despair; or, Satan's various temptations.

I hate the tempter and his charms,
I hate his flatt'ring breath;
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Isaac Watts

Isaac Watts
Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte

'Expends Annibalem:--quot libras in duce summo
Invenies?~JUVENAL., Sat. X.

I.
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George Gordon Byron
An Essay On Criticism

'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill
Appear in Writing or in Judging ill,
But, of the two, less dang'rous is th' Offence,
To tire our Patience, than mis-lead our Sense:
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Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope
The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman

(Child, vol. ii. Cockney copy.)


Lord Bateman was a noble lord,
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Andrew Lang

Andrew Lang
Don Juan - Canto The Tenth.

When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation -
'T is said (for I 'll not answer above ground
For any sage's creed or calculation) -
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George Gordon Byron
Paradise Lost: Book 02

High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
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John Milton

John Milton
To One Persuading A Lady To Marriage

Forbear, bold youth; all's heaven here,
And what you do aver
To others courtship may appear,
'Tis sacrilege to her.
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Katherine Philips

Katherine Philips
Childish Recollections

“I cannot but remember such things were,
And were most dear to me.”
‘Macbeth'

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George Gordon Lord Byron

George Gordon Lord Byron
Cen'lin, Prince Of Mercia

When Britain many chiefs obey'd,
And seven Saxon princes sway'd,
The Mercian monarch, fam'd afar,
In peace respected, fear'd in war,
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Matilda Betham

Matilda Betham
Six Significant Landscapes

I
An old man sits
In the shadow of a pine tree
In China.
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Wallace Stevens
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

John Milton
The Lay Of Marie: Canto First

The guests are met, the feast is near,
But Marie does not yet appear!
And to her vacant seat on high
Is lifted many an anxious eye.
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Matilda Betham

Matilda Betham
Désormais Le Sage, Puni

I

Désormais le Sage, puni
Pour avoir trop aimé les choses,
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Paul Verlaine

Paul Verlaine
Song In Spite Of Myself

Never love with all your heart,
It only ends in aching;
And bit by bit to the smallest part
That organ will be breaking.
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Countee Cullen
Children

A word will fill the little heart
With pleasure and with pride;
It is a harsh, a cruel thing,
That such can be denied.
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Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Lady Hertford To Lord William Hamilton

Dear Colin, prevent my warm blushes,
Since how can I speak without pain?
My eyes oft have told you my wishes,
Why don't you their meaning explain?
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Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
To Lucasta, From Prison

Long in thy Shackels, liberty,
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for a while another's Bride
To fancy all the world beside.
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Richard Lovelace

Richard Lovelace
A Dialogue Between The Soul And The Body

SOUL

O who shall, from this dungeon, raise
A soul enslav'd so many ways?
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Andrew Marvell

Andrew Marvell
The Prayer Of Nature

Father of Light! great God of Heaven!
Hear'st thou the accents of despair?
Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven?
Can vice atone for crimes by prayer?
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George Gordon Lord Byron

George Gordon Lord Byron
The Gifts Of God

THE LIGHT that fills thy house at morn,
Thou canst not for thyself retain;
But all who with thee here are born,
It bids to share an equal gain.
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Jones Very
The Artist. (sonnet I.)

Nothing the greatest artist can conceive
That every marble block doth not confine
Within itself; and only its design
The hand that follows intellect can achieve.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To A Lady Who Presented To The Author A Lock Of Hair Braided With His Own, And Appointed A Night In

These locks, which fondly thus entwine,
In firmer chains our hearts confine,
Than all th' unmeaning protestations
Which swell with nonsense, love orations.
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George Gordon Lord Byron

George Gordon Lord Byron
On The Death Of A Favourite Old Spaniel

And they have drown'd thee then at last! poor Phillis!
The burthen of old age was heavy on thee.
And yet thou should'st have lived! what tho' thine eye
Was dim, and watch'd no more with eager joy
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Robert Southey

Robert Southey
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
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Thomas Gent

Thomas Gent
Sonnet To The White-bird Of The Tropic

BIRD of the Tropic! thou, who lov'st to stray
Where thy long pinions sweep the sultry Line,
Or mark'st the bounds which torrid beams confine
By thy averted course, that shuns the ray
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Helen Maria Williams
Though All The Fates

THOUGH all the fates should prove unkind,
Leave not your native land behind.
The ship, becalmed, at length stands still;
The steed must rest beneath the hill;
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Henry David Thoreau