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Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
Growing In Spirit

He who hopes to grow in spirit
will have to transcend obedience and respect.
He'll hold to some laws
but he'll mostly violate
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Constantine P. Cavafy
Lullaby

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
Sonnet 035: No More Be Grieved At That Which Thou Hast Done

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
The Sonnets Cxli - In Faith I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
The Englishman In Italy

(PIANO DI SORRENTO.)

Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one,
Sit here by my side,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Dejection: An Ode

Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon,
With the old moon in her arms;
And I fear, I fear, my master dear!
We shall have a deadly storm.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Great Hunger

I
Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
Where the potato-gatherers like mechanised scarecrows move
Along the side-fall of the hill - Maguire and his men.
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Patrick Kavanagh
The Last Walk In Autumn

I.
O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands
Plead with the leaden heavens in vain,
I see, beyond the valley lands,
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
The Brewing Of Soma

The fagots blazed, the caldron's smoke
Up through the green wood curled;
'Bring honey from the hollow oak,
Bring milky sap,' the brewers spoke,
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
The Child Of The Islands - Winter

I.

ERE the Night cometh! On how many graves
Rests, at this hour, their first cold winter's snow!
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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
September 1, 1939

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
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
An Essay On Man: Epistle I.

THE DESIGN.

Having proposed to write some pieces on human life and manners, such as (to use my Lord Bacon's expression) come home to men's business and bosoms, I thought it more satisfactory to begin with considering man in the abstract, his nature and his state; since, to prove any moral duty, to enforce any moral precept, or to examine the perfection or imperfection of any creature whatsoever, it is necessary first to know what condition and relation it is placed in, and what is the proper end and purpose of its being.

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Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope
Ode On A Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
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John Keats

John Keats
The Deserted Village

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain,
Where smiling spring its earliest visits paid,
And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed:
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Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith
The Progress Of Error.

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



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William Cowper

William Cowper
The Case Of Conscience

THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease
Both names and titles, freely as they please.
It costs them scarcely any thing, we find.
And each is nymph or shepherdess designed;
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Jean De La Fontaine
The Artists

How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,
Upon the waning century standest thou,
In proud and noble manhood's prime,
With unlocked senses, with a spirit freed,
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Friedrich Schiller
Lawstudent And Coach

Each day I sit in an ill-lighted room
To teach a boy;
For one hour by the clock great words and dreams
Are our employ.
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Lesbia Harford
Gilbert

I. THE GARDEN.

ABOVE the city hung the moon,
Right o'er a plot of ground
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Charlotte Brontë
Sonnet Xxxv

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Satyr

Were I (who to my cost already am
One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man)
A Spirit free, to choose for my own share,
What Case of Flesh, and Blood, I pleas'd to weare,
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John Wilmot

John Wilmot
Tenebrae

He was so tired that he was scarcely able to hear a note of the songs: he felt imprisoned in a cold region where his brain was numb and his spirit was isolated.

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Geoffrey Hill
The Woman

Go sleep, my sweetie-rest-rest!
Oh soft little hand on mother's breast!
Oh soft little lips-the din's mos' gone-
Over and done, my dearie one!
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Harriet Monroe

Harriet Monroe
Music

Written between the ages of fourteen and fifteen,
with a few subsequent verbal alterations


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Henry Kirk White
Sheridan

Embalm'd in fame, and sacred from decay,
What mighty name, in arms, in arts, or verse,
From England claims this consecrated day.
Her nobles crowding round the shadowy hearse?
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Thomas Gent

Thomas Gent
The Rose

Betwene the Cytee and the Chirche of Bethlehem, is the felde
Floridus, that is to seyne, the feld florisched. For als
moche as a fayre Mayden was blamed with wrong and
sclaundred, that sche hadde don fornicacioun, for whiche
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Robert Southey

Robert Southey
The Sultan's Palace

My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,
As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;
As in their flesh inheres the impulse to embrace,
To gaze on Loveliness was my soul's appetite.
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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
La Nue

Oft when sweet music undulated round,
Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea
Thine image from the waves of blissful sound
Rose and thy sudden light illumined me.
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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
The Sphinx

(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration)

In a dim corner of my room for longer than
my fancy thinks
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Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 118. Contemplate All This Work Of Tim

Contemplate all this work of Time,
The giant labouring in his youth;
Nor dream of human love and truth,
As dying Nature's earth and lime;
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Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton

I

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
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T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
An Essay Upon Satire

By Me Dryden And The Earl Of Mulgrave,[1] 1679.

How dull, and how insensible a beast
Is man, who yet would lord it o'er the rest!
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John Dryden

John Dryden
Fears In Solitude

Written in April 1798, during the alarm of an invasion

A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell! O'er stiller place
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A Question

AND so in the death-darkened chamber they met,
The woman that once he had loved and the one he loved yetâ??
The wife who had warped his desire and the woman he could not forget.
They stood by the bier where between them he slept,
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Arthur Henry Adams
A Coronet For His Mistress, Philosophy

Muses that sing love's sensual empery,
And lovers kindling your enraged fires
At Cupid's bonfires burning in the eye,
Blown with the empty breath of vain desires;
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George Chapman
The Colloquy Of Monos And Una

[Greek: Mellonta sauta']

These things are in the future.

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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
A Poet's Epitaph

Art thou a Statist in the van
Of public conflicts trained and bred?
--First learn to love one living man;
'Then' may'st thou think upon the dead.
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Love Abused

What is there in the vale of life
Half so delighted as a wife,
When friendship, love, and peace combine
To stamp the marriage bond divine?
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William Cowper

William Cowper
Unluckily For A Death

Unluckily for a death
Waiting with phoenix under
The pyre yet to be lighted of my sins and days,
And for the woman in shades
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Dylan Thomas
The Soul's Expression

WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound
I strive and struggle to deliver right
That music of my nature, day and night
With dream and thought and feeling interwound
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Sultan's Palace

My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,
As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;
As in their flesh inheres the impulse to embrace,
To gaze on Loveliness was my soul's appetite.
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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
Dangerous Things

Said Myrtias (a Syrian student
in Alexandria; in the reign of
Augustus Constans and Augustus Constantius;
in part a pagan, and in part a christian);
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Constantine P. Cavafy
Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved At That Which Thou Hast Done

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
.....
William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Queen Mab: Part Vii.

Spirit
'I was an infant when my mother went
To see an atheist burned. She took me there.
The dark-robed priests were met around the pile;
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Conductor Bradley

A railway conductor who lost his life in an accident on a Connecticut
railway, May 9, 1873.


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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
To Sensual Pleasure

My life's joy and incense: recollection of those hours
when I found and captured pleasure as I wanted it.
My life's joy and incense: that I refused
all indulgence in routine love affairs.
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Constantine P. Cavafy
To She Who Is Too Light-hearted

Your head, your gesture, your air,
are lovely, like a lovely landscape:
laughterâ??s alive, in your face,
a fresh breeze in a clear atmosphere.
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
A Young Poet In His 24th Year

Brain, work now as well as you can.
A one-sided passion is destroying him.
He's in a maddening situation.
Every day he kisses the face he worships,
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Constantine P. Cavafy