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Kid-o-kid

Kid-o-kid

While driving ,holding the stearing
My eyes looking at you sideways
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Meetali Sharma

Meetali Sharma
I Have Fooled You

Now, I think many a times
I have fooled you -----
Up and down and you are now nervous
I told you the truth
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Jova Petr

Jova Petr
Elegy Iv. Ophilia's Urn. To Mr. Graves

Through the dim veil of evening's dusky shade,
Near some lone fane, or yew's funereal green,
What dreary forms has magic Fear survey'd!
What shrouded spectres Superstition seen!
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William Shenstone
Elegy Xix. - Written In Spring, 1743

Again the labouring hind inverts the soil;
Again the merchant ploughs the tumid wave;
Another spring renews the soldier's toil,
And finds me vacant in the rural cave.
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William Shenstone
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats

John Keats
The Roll Of The Kettledrum; Or, The Lay Of The Last Charger

“You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?”-Byron.
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon
The Fraternal Duel

‘Oh! hide me from the sun! I loath the sight!
I cannot bear his bright, obtrusive ray:
Nought is so dreadful to my gloom as light!
Nothing so dismal as the blaze of day!
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Matilda Betham

Matilda Betham
Like A Vocation

Not as that dream Napoleon, rumour's dread and centre,
Before who's riding all the crowds divide,
Who dedicates a column and withdraws,
Nor as that general favourite and breezy visitor
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
The Poplar Field

The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade
And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade:
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
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William Cowper

William Cowper
The Rainbow

After the tempest in the sky
How sweet yon rainbow to the eye!
Come, my Matilda, now while some
Few drops of rain are yet to come,
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Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb
Corny Bill

His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth,
His hat pushed from his brow,
His dress best fitted for the South --
I think I see him now;
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Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson
In The Droving Days

"Only a pound," said the auctioneer,
"Only a pound; and I'm standing here
Selling this animal, gain or loss --
Only a pound for the drover's horse?
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Banjo Paterson
To T.l.h.

A CHILD


Model of thy parent dear,
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Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb
Romance

Duet sing their favourite song in soft and tender voice.
Embrace each other in presence of their own fragrance.
Convey affection by producing their faint breeze.
Locking their lips together using tasting buds they relish.
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Memridul

Memridul
Endymion: Book Iv

Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
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John Keats

John Keats
The Sparrow

Let others from the feathered brood
Which through the garden seeks its food
Pick out for a commending word
Each one his own peculiar bird;
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R. C. Lehmann

R. C. Lehmann
Sonnets - Vi. - To......

"Miss not the occasion: by the forelock take
That subtile Power, the never-halting Time,
Lest a mere moment's putting-off should make
Mischance almost as heavy as a crime."
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Marmion: Canto Iii. - The Inn

I.

The livelong day Lord Marmion rode:
The mountain path the Palmer showed,
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Walter Scott (sir)
The Odyssey: Book 17

When the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared,
Telemachus bound on his sandals and took a strong spear that suited
his hands, for he wanted to go into the city. “Old friend,” said he to
the swineherd, “I will now go to the town and show myself to my
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Homer
Elegy Vi

Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve
Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve;
Poorly enrich't with great men's words or looks;
Nor so write my name in thy loving books
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John Donne

John Donne
To Laura

Cease, Laura, cease, suspect no more
This careless heart has learnt to love,
Because on yonder lonely shore
I still at pensive evening rove;
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Amelia Opie
Helpstone Green.

Ye injur'd fields, ye once were gay,
When nature's hand display'd
Long waving rows of willows grey,
And clumps of hawthorn shade;
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John Clare

John Clare
Ode To Evening

If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song
May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,
Like thy own solemn springs,
Thy springs, and dying gales,
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William Collins
My Indian Summer

Here in the Autumn of my days
My life is mellowed in a haze.
Unpleasant sights are none to clear,
Discordant sounds I hardly hear.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Eulogy On Henry Kirke White, By Lord Byron (from The English Bards And Scotch Reviewers)

Unhappy White! while life was in its spring,
And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing,
The spoiler came; and all thy promise fair
Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there.
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Henry Kirk White
The Last Suttee

Not many years ago a King died in one of the Rajpoot States.
His wives, disregarding the orders of the English against Suttee,
would have broken out of the palace had not the gates been barred.
But one of them, disguised as the King's favourite dancing-girl,
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Lines On Niagaras [sic] Charms And Death

Gazing on rapid's mighty sea,
Struggling fiercely to be free,
But drawn downward in its course
By gravitation's wonderous force,
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James Mcintyre
My Indian Summer

Here in the Autumn of my days
My life is mellowed in a haze.
Unpleasant sights are none to clear,
Discordant sounds I hardly hear.
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Robert William Service
In A Minor Key

(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.)


That was love that I had before
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Amy Levy
The Grateful Snake.

Ingratitude! of earth the shame!
Thou monster, at whose hated name,
The nerves of kindness ake;
Would I could drive thee from mankind,
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William Hayley

William Hayley
The Medal

Of all our antic sights and pageantry
Which English idiots run in crowds to see,
The Polish Medal bears the prize alone;
A monster, more the favourite of the town
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John Dryden

John Dryden
Tale I

That all men would be cowards if they dare,
Some men we know have courage to declare;
And this the life of many a hero shows,
That, like the tide, man's courage ebbs and flows:
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George Crabbe

George Crabbe
Tale Xv

ADVICE; OR THE 'SQUIRE AND THE PRIEST.

A wealthy Lord of far-extended land
Had all that pleased him placed at his command;
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George Crabbe

George Crabbe
The Odyssey: Book 07

Thus, then, did Ulysses wait and pray; but the girl drove on to
the town. When she reached her father's house she drew up at the
gateway, and her brothers-comely as the gods-gathered round her,
took the mules out of the waggon, and carried the clothes into the
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Homer
The Odyssey: Book 08

Now when the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared,
Alcinous and Ulysses both rose, and Alcinous led the way to the
Phaecian place of assembly, which was near the ships. When they got
there they sat down side by side on a seat of polished stone, while
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Homer
Fragment Written Shortly After The Marriage Of Miss Chaworth

Hills of Annesley, Bleak and Barren,
Where my thoughtless Childhood stray'd,
How the northern Tempests, warring,
Howl above thy tufted Shade!
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George Gordon Lord Byron

George Gordon Lord Byron
Childhood, A Poem: Part I

Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, how sweet
Our infant days, our infant joys, to greet;
To roam in fancy in each cherish'd scene,
The village churchyard, and the village green,
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Henry Kirk White
One Who Died: In Memory Of E.w.t.s.

I mind they told me on a noisy hill
I sat and disbelieved, and shook my head:
â??Impossible! Impossible! but still
these other men have died, and others bled�.
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Leon Gellert
Drum Stick

It's one of my mom's favorite chicken quarter , When I suddenly cook the whole peck of Drum sticks ....

She looks and smiles right to my face , and :"son you got it big in there "
I simply say :"Something down there mom" Drum stick moment's ,
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Joseph Nwakushabeni

Joseph Nwakushabeni
Lamia

Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
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John Keats

John Keats
The Progress Of Error.

Si quid loquar audiendam.--Hor. Lib. iv. Od. 2.



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William Cowper

William Cowper
Tale Xxi

The Learned Boy

An honest man was Farmer Jones, and true;
He did by all as all by him should do;
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George Crabbe

George Crabbe
Tale Vi

THE FRANK COURTSHIP.

Grave Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire,
Was six feet high, and look'd six inches higher;
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George Crabbe

George Crabbe
On The Death Of A Favourite Cat, Drowned In A Tub Of Gold Fishes

'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers that blow,
Demurest of the tabby kind,
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Thomas Gray

Thomas Gray
Laodamia

Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;
Of night, my slaughtered Lord have I required:
Restore him to my sight-great Jove, restore!”

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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
The Fool

“But it isn't playing the game,” he said,
And he slammed his books away;
“The Latin and Greek I've got in my head
Will do for a duller day.”
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Vignettes 24: On The Death Of Herbert Southey: Addressed To His Father

Knowing the nature of thy grief,
Too deep, too recent for relief,
Oh! why impatient must I press
So early on a friend's distress!
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Matilda Betham

Matilda Betham
Poetry And Reality

THE worldly minded, cast in common mould,
With all his might pursuing fame or gold,
And towards that goal too vehemently hurled
To waste a thought about another world,
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Jane Taylor
With Dickens

In Windsor Terrace, number four,
Iâ??ve taken my abodeâ??
A little crescent from the street,
A bight from City Road;
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Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson
The Bechuana Boy

I sat at noontide in my tent,
And looked across the Desert dun,
Beneath the cloudless firmament
Far gleaming in the sun,
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Thomas Pringle