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The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell

THE ARGUMENT

RINTRAH roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
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William Blake

William Blake
The Old Huntsman

I've never ceased to curse the day I signed
A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece.
'Twas a bad deal all round; and dear enough
It cost me, what with my daft management,
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Siegfried Sassoon

Siegfried Sassoon
Beautiful Wife.

My wife is beautiful
Beautiful not in appearance,
Appearance can be beautify,
Beautify with surgery.
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
Do Not Shed A Tear

DO NOT SHED A TEAR

I shall fight alone, all alone--
The battle against my Satan,
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
The Holy Fair

A note of seeming truth and trust
Hid crafty observation;
And secret hung, with poison'd crust,
The dirk of defamation:
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Religio Laici

Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is reason to the soul; and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky
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John Dryden

John Dryden
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats

John Keats
The Secret People

Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget.
For we are the people of England, that never have spoken yet.
There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,
There is many a free French peasant who is richer and sadder than we.
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G. K. Chesterton

G. K. Chesterton
Absalom And Achitophel

In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
Before polygamy was made a sin;
When man, on many, multipli'd his kind,
Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd:
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John Dryden

John Dryden
The Two Ages

On a great cathedral window I have seen
A Summer sunset swoon and sink away,
Lost in the splendours of immortal art.
Angels and saints and all the heavenly hosts,
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Circle Of Life

Ignorance is the center point of life circle,
Obscuring our mind from knowing virtues,
Walking rough path thus preventing from enlightenment,
Never letting to go beyond the circle of life.
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
A True

Hey! God you are the greatest artist,
There is no shape in your imagination.
You are the god of this world,
The creators of this world,
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Murari Lal

Murari Lal
To Think Of Time

To think of time, of all that retrospection!
To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward!

Have you guess'd you yourself would not continue?
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
The Self We Share

Thirst is angry with water. Hunger bitter
with bread.

The cave wants nothing to do with the sun.
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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
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
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
The Rebel

Call me traitor to my country and a rebel to my God.
And the foe of â??law and orderâ?, well deserving of the rod,
But I scorn the biassed sentence from the temples of the creed
That was fouled and mutilated by the ministers of greed,
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Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson
Satire Iii

Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids
Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids;
I must not laugh, nor weep sins and be wise;
Can railing, then, cure these worn maladies?
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John Donne

John Donne
The Cotter's Saturday Night

INSCRIBED TO ROBERT AIKEN, ESQ.

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys and destiny obscure;
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Ode To Rae Wilson Esq.

A WANDERER, Wilson, from my native land,
Remote, O Rae, from godliness and thee,
Where rolls between us the eternal sea,
Besides some furlongs of a foreign sand,â??
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Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood
Ballad

A WONDERFUL age
Is now on the stage:
I'll sing you a song, if I can,
How modern Whigs,
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Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift
Christmas Eve

I

Out of the little chapel I burst
Into the fresh night-air again.
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Tannhauser

To my mother. May, 1870.


The Landgrave Hermann held a gathering
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Verses

I am monarch of all I survey;
My right there is none to dispute;
From the centre all round to the sea
I am lord of the fowl and the brute
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William Cowper

William Cowper
Apollo Belvedere

A-sitttin' on a cracker box an' spittin' in the stove,
I took a sudden notion that I'd kindo' like to rove;
An' so I bought a ticket, jest as easy as could be,
From Pumpkinville in Idaho to Rome in Italy;
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Uniformity

We can be of different race,
The similarity in something,
Despite of race and classes,
We are uniformed as a humankind.
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
To Penhurst

Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show
Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a row
Of polished pillars, or a roof of gold;
Thou hast no lantern, whereof tales are told,
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Ben Jonson

Ben Jonson
The Spartan Boy

When I the memory repeat
Of the heroic actions great,
Which, in contempt of pain and death,
Were done by men who drew their breath
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Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb
Victoria

The lark went up, the mower whet his scythe,
On golden meads kine ruminating lay,
And all the world felt young again and blithe,
Just as to-day.
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Alfred Austin
Hymn 133

Love and charity.

1 Cor. 13:2-7, 13.

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Isaac Watts

Isaac Watts
A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany

In what torn ship soever I embark,
That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark;
What sea soever swallow me, that flood
Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood;
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John Donne

John Donne
Proverbs Of Hell

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
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William Blake

William Blake
My Religion

My religion's lovin' God, who made us, one and all,
Who marks, no matter where it be, the humble sparrow's fall;
An' my religion's servin' Him the very best I can
By not despisin' anything He made, especially man!
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
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
The Progress Of Error.

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



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William Cowper

William Cowper
Written In London. September, 1802

O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
To think that now our life is only drest
For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Ourselves We Do Inter With Sweet Derision

1144

Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
The channel of the dust who once achieves
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
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
The Eternal Circle

Now, a visitor from somewhere right outside this Mundane Ball
Do not ask me where he came from, for that point's not clear at all;
For he might have been an angel, or he might have come from Mars,
Or from any of the other of the fixed or unfixed stars.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Verses On The Death Of Dr. Swift, D.s.p.d.

Dans l'adversité de nos meilleurs amis
nous trouvons quelque chose, qui ne nous déplaît pas.


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Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift
Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto I

THE ARGUMENT

Sir Hudibras his passing worth,
The manner how he sallied forth;
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Samuel Butler
The Disciple

I.

The times are changed, and gone the day
When the high heavenly land,
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
Pragmatic

When young I was an Atheist,
Yea, pompous as a pigeon
No opportunity I missed
To satirize religion.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Men

Man is a creature of a thousand whims;
The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.
Through toil and martyrdom a million years
Struggling and groping upward from the brute,
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Hanford Lennox Gordon
Hymn 134

Religion vain without love.

1 Cor. 13:1-3.

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Isaac Watts

Isaac Watts
Ode (ii)

(Written on the FIRST of DECEMBER, 1793.)


Tho' now no more the musing ear
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Robert Southey

Robert Southey
Hands

Inside a cave in a narrow canyon near Tassajara
The vault of rock is painted with hands,
A multitude of hands in the twilight, a cloud of men's palms, no
more,
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Robinson Jeffers
The Cattle Thief

They were coming across the prairie, they were
galloping hard and fast;
For the eyes of those desperate riders had sighted
their man at last--
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Emily Pauline Johnson
Sonnet Xiii

I fancied, while you stood conversing there,
Superb, in every attitude a queen,
Her ermine thus Boadicea bare,
So moved amid the multitude Faustine.
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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
A Poet's Voice Xv

reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.

My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and give the juice to the thirsty.

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Khalil Gibran