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Lyrebirds

Over the west side of the mountain,
that-s lyrebird country.
I could go down there, they say, in the early morning,
and I-d see them, I-d hear them.
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Judith Wright
Stanzas

Thought is an unseen net wherein our mind
Is taken and vainly struggles to be free:
Words, that should loose our spirit, do but bind
New fetters on our hoped-for liberty:
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Aldous Huxley

Aldous Huxley
Sonnet X

A splendor, flamelike, born to be pursued,
With palms extent for amorous charity
And eyes incensed with love for all they see,
A wonder more to be adored than wooed,
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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
Comus

A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before

The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales.

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John Milton

John Milton
Azure And Gold

April had covered the hills
With flickering yellows and reds,
The sparkle and coolness of snow
Was blown from the mountain beds.
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Irkalla's White Caves

I believe that a young woman
Is standing in a circle of lions
In the other side of the sky.

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Kenneth Patchen
Psalm Iv

Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:
It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem
having masturbated for no love, and read half naked an open book of Blake
on my lap
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Allen Ginsberg
Captain Dobbin

CAPTAIN Dobbin, having retired from the South Seas
In the dumb tides of , with a handful of shells,
A few poisoned arrows, a cask of pearls,
And five thousand pounds in the colonial funds,
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Kenneth Slessor
The Tower

I

What shall I do with this absurdity-
O heart, O troubled heart-this caricature,
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
White As An Indian Pipe

1250

White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Lancelot 05

Gawaine, his body trembling and his heart
Pounding as if he were a boy in battle,
Sat crouched as far away from everything
As walls would give him distance. Bedivere
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
An American Addresses Philomela

Procne, Philomela, and Itylus,
Your names are liquid, your improbable tale
Is recited in the classic numbers of the nightingale.
Ah, but our numbers are not felicitous,
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John Crowe Ransom
Topiary

Failing sometimes to understand
Why there are folk whose flesh should seem
Like carrion puffed with noisome steam,
Fly-blown to the eye that looks on it,
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Aldous Huxley

Aldous Huxley
The Horses

rld to sleep,
Late in the evening the strange horses came.
By then we had made our covenant with silence,
But in the first few days it was so still
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Edwin Muir
The Rock In The Sea

Think of our blindness where the water burned!
Are we so certain that those wings, returned
And turning, we had half discerned
Before our dazzled eyes had surely seen
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Archibald Macleish

Archibald Macleish
Wizard's Love

O perfect love, unhoped-for, past despair!
I had not thought to find
Your face betwixt the terrene earth and air:
But deemed you lost in fabulous old lands
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Clark Ashton Smith
Voyaging

for Maxime du Camp

I.

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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
The Shadowy Waters: The Shadowy Waters

A Dramatic Poem

The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast,
with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and sea
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
Reportless Subjects, To The Quick

1048

Reportless Subjects, to the Quick
Continual addressed-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Two Songs From A Play

I

I saw a staring virgin stand
Where holy Dionysus died,
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
Her Vision In The Wood

Dry timber under that rich foliage,
At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood,
Too old for a man's love I stood in rage
Imagining men. Imagining that I could
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
Now He Knows All There Is To Know. Now He Is Acquainted With The Day And Night

(Robert Frost, 1875-1963)

Whose wood this is I think I know:
He made it sacred long ago:
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Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz
The Ballet Of The Fifth Year

Where the sea gulls sleep or indeed where they fly
Is a place of different traffic. Although I
Consider the fishing bay (where I see them dip and curve
And purely glide) a place that weakens the nerve
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Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz
Thirty Sonnets: Sonnet 10

A splendor, flamelike, born to be pursued,
With palms extent for amorous charity
And eyes incensed with love for all they see,
A wonder more to be adored than wooed,
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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
Vivien

Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools
Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled
Clothed her as sunshine clothes the summer world.
Her robes were gauzes-gold and green and gules,
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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
The Comedian As The Letter C: 02 - Concerning The Thunderstorms Of Yucatan

In Yucatan, the Maya sonneteers
Of the Caribbean amphitheatre,
In spite of hawk and falcon, green toucan
And jay, still to the night-bird made their plea,
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Wallace Stevens
Ode

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
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Arthur William Edgar O'shaughnessy
The Place Where The Rainbow Ends

There's a fabulous story
Full of splendor and glory,
That Arabian legends transcends;
Of the wealth without measure,
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Chinese Paper Knife

For the first time ever, and only now
(Long waiting where I should see)
The tiny carved bird, the bony bough
Start sharp into life for me.
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Edmund Blunden
On Building With Stone

To be an ape in little of the mountain-making mother
Like swarthy Cheops, but my own hands
For only slaves, is a far sweeter toil than to cut
Passions in verse for a sick people.
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Robinson Jeffers
On The Death Of Mr. Crashaw

Poet and saint! to thee alone are given
The two most sacred names of earth and heaven;
The hard and rarest union which can be,
Next that of Godhead with humanity.
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Abraham Cowley

Abraham Cowley
Ode

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
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Arthur William Edgar O'shaughnessy
The Criminal V

A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.

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Khalil Gibran
No. 51

To me that man seems like a god in heaven,
seems--may I say it?--greater than all gods are,
who sits by you & without interruption
watches you, listens
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Gaius Valerius Catullus
The Death Of The Poor

It is Death, alas, persuades us to keep on living:
the goal of life and the only hope we have,
like an elixir, rousing, intoxicating, giving
the strength to march on towards the grave:
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
An Ode To Antares

At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide
Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills
The hoot-owl calls his mate, and whippoorwills
Clamor from every copse and orchard-side,
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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
Song Of Fortune Vi

Man and I are sweethearts
He craves me and I long for him,
But alas! Between us has appeared
A rival who brings us misery.
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Khalil Gibran
I Love Your Dear Eyes

I love your dear eyes, my friend,
With their play so bright and wondrous,
When you promptly rise them, and,
Like with a lightning in the wildness,
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Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
City Nightfall

SMOKE upon smoke; over the stone lips
Of chimneys bleeding, a darker fume descends.
Night, the old nun, in voiceless pity bends
To kiss corruption, so fabulous her pity.
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Kenneth Slessor
The City Streets

A CITY of Palaces! Yes, that's true: a city of palaces built for trade;
Look down this streetâ??what a splendid view of the temples where fabulous gains are made.
Just glance at the wealth of a single pile, the marble pillars, the miles of glass,
The carving and cornice in gaudy style, the massive show of the polished brass;
.....

John Boyle O'reilly
Dreams

By the hut, left by people and heaven,
Where the fenceâ??s black remnants are steeping,
The ragged beggar and black old raven,
Were discussing the dreams of the sleeping.
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Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Canal Bank Walk

Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.
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Patrick Kavanagh
Le Poison (the Poison)

Le vin sait revêtir le plus sordide bouge
D'un luxe miraculeux,
Et fait surgir plus d'un portique fabuleux
Dans l'or de sa vapeur rouge,
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
Angkor

I
Out of the Forest into a terrible splendour
Of noon, the pinnacles of the temple--portals,
Stone Faces, immense in carven ruin
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Robert Laurence Binyon
The Mirror

I
Where is all the beauty that hath been?
Where the bloom?
Dust on boundless wind? Grass dropt into fire?
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Robert Laurence Binyon
No Stranger Dream

One rapid gesture of a supple arm
Has made your beauty strange and fabulous:
Mystery folds you and reveals you, thus
Weaving anew the seven-circled charm.
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Clark Ashton Smith
The Last Goddess

A Fragment

To laud the loves of old,
I sought for splendors fabulous and far:
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Clark Ashton Smith
The Prelude - Book Eighth

RETROSPECT LOVE OF NATURE LEADING TO LOVE OF MAN

What sounds are those, Helvellyn, that are heard
Up to thy summit, through the depth of air
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Aurora Leigh: Book Fourth

They met still sooner. 'Twas a year from thence
That Lucy Gresham, the sick sempstress girl,
Who sewed by Marian's chair so still and quick,
And leant her head upon its back to cough
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Task. Book V. The Winter Morning Walk.

'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb
Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds,
That crowd away before the driving wind,
More ardent as the disk emerges more,
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William Cowper

William Cowper